Heavens
Speak to me, Oh! Heavens,
Yell if you need to,
Louder than louder can be,
Not gentle, no less subtle,
A bolt of lighting if you would,
Anything but the silence,
Because in that silence I am afraid,
I am afraid I have to see,
What it is I truly I am,
The shattered essence of the divine,
Scattered pieces of the whole,
And what terrifies the most,
Is the burning question,
How did I make a hell out of a beautiful heaven?
A.R
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