PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

IfIi had the means to reach you [?] I would.
There is no denying that things are not as they should [?]
I dont read between the lines anymore because
that hurt would come a calling. SSo I lock it up tight
never looking for that elusive fight. however, I go to bed
thinking at night where has my soul been to visit?
and where will it go next insearch of what it needs [?]
As I lay an ashen shell on my white sheets sleeping
where do I go being so violently woken when I return
thumped into my swaths.
Exausted by [?] rather than refreshed as usual
I had thought it a usual trist with my soul love
jumping from star to star chasing eachother
through the millenia till we touch home; yet,
I hear love calling and yearning as if I had not come
though i set course to visit and yet still it was claimed i did not come?
What was this shadow this [?] trickery that left me so dark
and brooding, affected that; when woken still ashen
I could not feel [?] alive. My personal philosophies had no bearing
I ached for something more [?]
a pain [?] I refused to give light to was draging me to hell.
I had been called in two directions but had gone in none.
I sat caught by selfish traps that cut my souls quarters
immeasurably small. I could not go to my love,
I could not go to my compassion.
This i am sure, will destroy me once and for all!
I went to the source to see my troubles written aeons before
and now a picture began to fall. I found more comfort with my
fleshen mate who offered none of but even if half of
this dire nameless intangible [?] unsourced aching of wishing
to be put back together whole something in me lie missing.
The source angry with this constant disruption demanded
that I go on a quest deep inside my mind and heart and find
which chakra was it this disruption with in.
SSo as I lay ashen on the white sheets,
in the place between wake and dreaming
I found a river stowed behind a great wall
and it has upon it trailing down, a long gittery track
like a snail leaves by door some mornings
and it had upon closer inspection small waves of nodules
traveling down.
It was a silent pain like nothing ever heard before
and curdled and cringed with each tiny drop released
to track the same exact path of the otherin its own ways
and steady pace navigating the variants on the stonelike wall.
I followed the drips to the source above so high and so tall
and noticed that a being was there sat up on it.
An angel so beaufiful picked up one tiny silver bauble from the source
and gently watching held it over the silver track and released it lovingly.
I asked the angel what it was in those drips [?]
and the angel so white yet so real simply said:
These are your tears that you refuse to admit
and I am sent here from the source to let these tears flow,
lest the pain cause a catastrophe in the fabric of the universe.
I am to sit her as long as it takes so that the dam never bursts
and is remembered.
how long have you sat here for?
I can not remember replied the angel and I am not to question why
but I have an important task lest the fabric of the [?] universe be erased.
how many dropkets have you released? Millions [?] the angel replied.
I at once felt a grand compassion for this angel bound tightly
to this duty of which I had neglected,
I looked down and saw the silver traces at my feet
and noticed they a were where the drops had fallen
and my eyes began to burn and a world of hurt had opened up
my eyes powerless to stop the silver rain from escaping them
and I looking at the splatters noticed the colour silken but then, the same.
I realised that I was the source of all this [?] pain
and I knew they need to fall and come to pass,
and I looked up knowing what it was That I had done...
I had forgotten you...
A million upon million silver tears began to fall
and then the dam came full to bursting and
I knew why I had come here for.
I had subconciously never forgotten and never forgiven [?]
A huge sobbing utter release cameover me knowing
then and that what it was [?] that they fell for!
I had forgotten and not forgiven
and when I looked into the angels eyes
knowing I forgave and the millions of subconcious tears burst through
and washed over me a sense of over powering relief
sobbing tears and joy
I exploded into the kosmos
and went everywhere I had never been for millenia,
hiding from the pain now free and forgiven,
my universe is safe for now as each subconcious tear traps me in [?] again
I kissed the angel free and bid her never to come back to me.
that i would now set every [?] free.
I woke up suddenly with an immese feeling of invincibility
and a rose in my once ashen cheeks, where the slap of reality hit
and tingled a reminder that we must never be too strong lest we be weak.