On Either Side
On one side
of the frothy banks of the mind,
is the river of endless death.
With its eddies of blood
heckling swirls of hopelessness.
Everyday peck-pecking- away,
Until there's no trace of what you were
or what you could have been.
Only black wreathed moles carrying the soul...
into the deepest black hole of night.
On the other side
of the frothy banks of the mind
a pearly river of life.
With its swirls of hope
eddies of love and light.
Everyday an endless golden array
of heartwarming sprays.
Lifting the mind into God woven skies.
The birthstones of cherubs filling in potholes
of sunken lives.
On either side of the frothy banks of the mind:
a river of death
a river of life.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2013
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