Poets logo

Incision of Existence

Kiss of Death

By Pro-JEK | re-JEK *Published 6 years ago 1 min read
Like
(Credit: National Science Foundation)

I sufficed,

beyond the

intangible Abyss,

for which my memories,

could only cease to exist.

Of no such place to praise,

then what is bliss?

Time receding with

each diminishing tick.

A repetitive note

left clinging is,

delayed on its list.

A heavens Angel

sent to thee

afloat,

I laid eye

to a miss,

to be certain

I was,

indefinitely

drawn-

in.

A bittersweet

stillness,

converging

two forces that

reckoned within.

The simplicity of

a beautiful collision.

All unfolding brim.

To begin, now, or

never is no longer

existent. If i'm

fighting to be

with you,

to leave you,

i'm so gently

resistant.

The meeting of our lips

would be missed succumbed

by the risk of our distance.

Solely cheated on our own death's kiss.

A never-ending sequence to the limitless.

A whisper, I heard that echoed

through the shattered halls

in the inevitable Abyss.

A mind of

the reaper from

its very own rift

of existence.

The Being

conceived

to recise what

is no longer

reminiscent.

To be precise,

a replaying

of unseen clips

that never once did,

til i laid my eyes amidst.

surreal poetry
Like

About the Creator

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.