Spirit yearning Games
Desertion is a way o' death
That language of darkness loop
the babe of Seth
Sparked within confines o' wood
Coffins of Being misunderstood
Expression became a way of breath
Solemnly consumed
too many times revived
For darkness ousted that once filled fear
Inside a lonely spirit drowned in tears
Glasses fulI cried at night
In silent devillish angelic flight
Melody promised to voice concerned
Untill in clubs bars taverns a dream was churned
Yet empty pockets remain the start
Of more yearning within the dark
Of night and silent wish
To succeed even more
To reach and break the lease
Of poverty bestowed upon
A dark curse one night
wrong choice a soul forlorn
To let my inner desire soar
'twas of untimely concern
I wanted so much to learn.
Doors seemed shut in silent reproach
Gone are dogs cats plants all ghosts
Taken by the hand of loss
To the wind happiness was tossed
And turned into an empty hole
Where nothing else resided
But death over turned
Past fulfillment
my replacement for love
Untill no feelings reached out to above
The level of where the hole reached earth
There in the hole the darkened fear gave birth
To a spirit wrought in flamres
The product of spirit yearning games
Copyright © Nico Van Eeden | Year Posted 2023
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