Heaven
Beneath the ground the Earth does tred
Many viable thoughts inside my fragile egg shelled head
A sound in deep reflection & then
In matters of service through a barrage of mediocrity
A given sadness sets inside
Amidst a given tragedy the lines are drawn alone
The thought of some heroic montage scene
In sullen clefts chosen among men to be seen
With a sound of sadness then a quick glimpse of heaven
This is not some one stop shopping event at any local 7 eleven
Among silence the inner thought of sullen patience
Heaven is just to far away!
Yet closer to it everyday
Amidst total silence derives happiness out of negated silence
The third degree from the omniscent catalyst
Within direct correlation between friends
In sullen demise grafted into its main source
A reed thwart & tossed into the wind again then scattered
Now is brought desolate among matters shooting fetters
Among broken shattered glass yet still tampered
Through a shade of grey paradox
Only to drift or then rationalize this very notion in thought
Could quite quickly end in some ultimate disaster!
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012
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