Sean Taylor Poet Prose Poetry

A Time and a Place

There's a time when the world makes sense
In the shadows of your dreams
Where your nightmares play
And your demons stay

There's a place where the heart's alive
In the darkest corners of your mind
Where your lifes tragedy sits
Tearing your soul to bits

There's a way that your blood flows
In the widest of your arteries
When spilled from your arms
Ringing deaths alarms

There's a time and a place when blood must be shed
In a drowning, bloody, shower of red
To slay the horrors of which I've said
For this life to join the dead

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Beata Agustin December 25, 2025 at 7:24 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.