Poetry, spiritual

Dark Moon Meditations, Part I: Snaps

Stillness amidst chaos
A black hole’s gaping mouth
Whispering to a lover
Feeling the need to run out
Glimpsing Divine mundane
Making a passionate plea
Promises unable to keep
Stranded, far from the sea
When thirst becomes pain
How it feels to boldface lie
Why soul purges by crying
What’s heard as one dies

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