Are You Worthy of Breath? [Original Poetry]


The things I have done
will carry on
amidst the shadows
of my memories.

A journey full of
laughter and shared smiles,
screams of agony
and causation for pain.

A bright star asked
early this morning,
"Why are you worthy of breath?"

I'm not,
but through the war-torn
battlefield of my psyche [psychosis; might be],
should one dare wander
beyond the razor wire gates -
a peculiar interest
should be taken
upon the blood-fed, blackened soil.

For here, sweet traveler,
here hath love
beckoned forth
the Rose.

Yesterday is not tomorrow, tomorrow is not yesterday.


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High Priest, Temple of Appled Thought
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