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Falling Into the Infinite

In the lower bowels of the Mind Mounting fear of what we’ll find Even Angels will not enter to defend Nor will demons dare to trend In the arena of Life and Death Falling into infinity with one last breath Our hearts are drowning in cement As the hole gets deeper we can not repent Darkest day turns to darkest night There is no escape no inner light Stones are thrown one by one Emotions ripped stun by stun At the core can we resist? No angel or demon here exist Only thoughts of a desolate mind The tomb is sealed to our confined. Feb.12.2016...^WW^

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Edward Ibeh

Date: 1/6/2022 12:54:00 PM

Brilliant! You're missed, Winged Warrior. RIP, great poet.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/6/2022 10:29:00 AM

These are the thoughts of a desolate mind "Darkest day turns to darkest night There is no escape no inner light" hopefully the desolate did not last long, just long enough to pen this

Jeannie Cronin

Date: 1/5/2022 2:58:00 PM

I’ve been there but it was so dark I didn’t know I wasn’t alone. To say it’s “sad” is a mockery when you’ve experienced the truth of it’s reality. Well done WW, these are words that scream in their silence.

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 1/5/2022 5:51:00 AM

Dear Warrior of old, as much as I loved your poem, I dare say I'd like to think that a piercing sword full of light might put a dent in it, (smile) stay beautiful strong and mighty in word, you are a polished rock of old, a goodie :)

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 2/12/2016 2:21:00 PM

- Never throw stones in a glass house, my friend - Great rhyming in sad writing, Winged - However you do it with a skillful hand :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Winged Warrior
Date: 2/12/2016 2:36:00 PM

A poets pen hath no boundaries...whether it be the highest of the highs or the lowest of the low...or something of that jazz...thanks Anne Lise for stopping by...I can get lower...but I need a lower chair...hugs back...^WW^