Paths
Paths
Worlds open in vibrant flashes
mind and soul bombarded by beauty
imagery splashed across mindscapes
broad strokes of the insane artist
wielding his weapon
as the poet battles with his pen
Beauty and devastation
life peeled from unyielding corpse
of times past
ravaged and raped by demons
who once defiled and devoured
one too young and fragile
for such revenge
A world, unwelcome, always undeterred
the inside not as inviting from the outside
looking from the other side
belonging to neither
Stephen (Stoic)
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