A Walk Through the Veil
Darkness creeps in. What lies beyond it?
At times I find myself waiting, listening
for the footsteps of death to follow behind me.
I walk along the darkened halls of those that shine and glisten,
and I’m afraid that though I’m in and out of dreamless sleep to some degree
I may not be dreaming, but simply existing in my own waking prison.
What is it that I fear in these night-struck walls? Can I be released?
The wind blows through the opened window, brushing against the clear division
and I wonder if it’s a stormy night. Or is it death unleashed?
Let’s walk along the open path of murky premonition
and as we do, do not fear; there is nothing beneath.
It all exists within the mind, within the contradiction.
Free your mind of all that lies in deceit
and listen; it is careful restriction and lost tradition.
In this, I found that belief is long lost and now? Now I must find my own reality.
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