Marching West

The sort of confrontation I had with the sun was pleasant
I was marching west as it was setting
Life had never been this illuminated before
No shadows betrayed my presence anymore

Still, I carry death in my bosom.
Each drag drags it, downward motion
Towards the other side of the earth,
Towards the bottom of the universe.

As someone with mass and gravity,
I pulled both doors open,
Ready for scrutiny and hate.
The mirror shook but didn’t break,
For the goal was Love,
Love for Love’s sake.

Deixe uma Resposta

Preencha os seus detalhes abaixo ou clique num ícone para iniciar sessão:

Logótipo da WordPress.com

Está a comentar usando a sua conta WordPress.com Terminar Sessão /  Alterar )

Google photo

Está a comentar usando a sua conta Google Terminar Sessão /  Alterar )

Imagem do Twitter

Está a comentar usando a sua conta Twitter Terminar Sessão /  Alterar )

Facebook photo

Está a comentar usando a sua conta Facebook Terminar Sessão /  Alterar )

Connecting to %s