In the lacuna between silence’s hush
And the sighs that exhale my angst, my rush,
I lie awake, my mind a restless sea,
A tempest of thought, unbridled and free.
The abyss of silence, vast and deep,
Where echoes of dreams and memories sleep,
Is pierced by the sighs that rise from my chest,
A lament for the lost, a plea for the blessed.
In this liminal space, between two worlds,
Where the veil of reality softly unfurls,
I find myself suspended, adrift in time,
A witness to the sublime and the sublime.
O, space between silence and sighs,
You hold the secrets of the night skies,
The mysteries of the cosmos and the soul,
The tapestry of life, where all things unfold.
In your embrace, I find solace and dread,
A paradox of being, both alive and dead.
For in this liminal space, I am reborn,
A Phoenix rising from the ashes of dawn.
Tag: rush
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Impromptu poem
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The Blissful Euphoria
Euphoria, the feeling so grand,
A state of mind so hard to withstand,
A rush of joy that fills the soul,
And makes one feel completely whole.It’s a high that’s hard to explain,
A feeling that’s hard to contain,
A moment of pure ecstasy,
That fills the heart so easily.It lifts you up and takes you away,
To a place where you want to stay,
Euphoria, the ultimate pleasure,
A feeling that you’ll always treasure.
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Rushing to Meaning
Rushing to Meaning
Swiftly I move towards a goal,
A purpose in my heart and soul.
To find the truth and understand,
To grasp the meaning of this land.I rush towards the light ahead,
Hoping it won’t be filled with dread.
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