Where Were You When I Was Here
I'm Trudging Through, the Pain Severe
Where were you when I was here?
I am trudging through, the pain severe
Sifting through the rough, black sand
Do not forget, I am back again.
We must find the deep, dark soul
Plunged into nothing, from nothing born
In this All, existence was the goal
In nothingness, It’s thoughts forlorn
Where was anything from the Nothing from whence it came?
I did not know. The Something from Nothing created all names
When I was alone I wondered everything I knew,
From The Something From The Nothing I breathed out Everything and He drew
Aching feet and mourning minds
Begging to hear from Those Divine
Crying out from screaming souls
Pleading hearts from which blood pours
There is nothing to be done
But letting be, the hurt
You cannot see before you, what lies beyond your Sun
But here we are Always and now, life persisting to flourish in a vast desert
What Life sees as flourishing, is indeed defined as death
No matter the perpetuated agony
She sees it as her breath
The Creators cannot help, not one, not All, not any
Two and Four, They are from the One,
But there was not One, there was None
There was a Three
But when that happened was unknown to me
There She goes again, Everywhere going nowhere
Stare, do not blink, - Blink do not stare
Where were you when I was HERE?
I’m trudging through, the pain severe
Sifting through the rough, black sand
Do not forget, I am back AGAIN.
About the Creator
Francesca Pisciotta
I hail from 'The Place of Gods.'
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