William Alexander Poet Free verse

The Tuning point

The Turning Point
                    (A Quiet Arrival)

Enter ?      only one way in,    and no way out!
                    A ritualistic burial,         trauma.
All these thoughts,    inside this grave mind,
                     Processional realm without
Footsteps. Following your grave,      interlude.
                     Haunting from beyond.
Are now being unleashed.        Whispering,
                      Something    never-ending.
This ceremony of the dead.
Skin of their crimes; it's here where there
                      Subconscious relieves.
One way in,    no way out!     Giving you a sign.
                       Here in this darkness is where
Memories are trapped.    This is darkness.
                        Underworld.
As within,   no way out!   A judgment,    from
                        The past:  trying to find a way out!
Of the same dream, mean, schemes;
                         Those few that prevail,
Released tormented souls; eyes of terror,
                         finds their light within.
                         Leaves the tunnel:
                         Into a lucid,     silent 
                                    Morning.

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