The Phial

Once more my hand clasps the vial, trembles with its crystal cold. my heart craves the ruby liquid within and so once more I bring it to my lips and drink the fiery torrent to the last Once more my dark room dissolves fading into nothingness as I fly to that familiar door and so once more I enter realms of light and revel in the freedom that world brings Once more my mind's unburdened from the demons therein dwell for here they are entombed in cruel cages and so once more I hear their anguished cries and laugh at my tormentors agony Once more my soul knows solace albeit temporary the fiery torrent returns to its source and so once more I'm cast back to my woe and resume my pitiful existence until once more I can clasp the phial that holds peace within
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Agustin Avatar
September 18, 2025 at 2:37 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." God bless you.
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