A free-form verse, from a young soul trapped in an aging body. Prompted by the anguish and encouragement of some exceptionally special people on Twitter.
\nForgive the raw nature, perhaps I’ll “clean” it up.\u00a0 Perhaps, I’ll not. {I did, and will likely do again.}<\/p>\n
Morrow comes, heralding new dawn,<\/em> That poem is not an exhortation to death. Hold true to yourself, until time comes for each of us to escape the shackles of mortality.<\/p>\n — C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 15, 2012<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
\n upon that day, will joy be born.<\/em>
\n Patiently, must we wait,<\/em>
\n We\u2019ll know the time, won\u2019t hesitate.<\/em>
\n With both hands spread open wide,<\/em>
\n We slow our fall, down terror\u2019s slide.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n An angel, trapped in mortal form,<\/em>
\n filled, with anger, and disdain,<\/em>
\n Though silenced is her voice,<\/em>
\n her soul, untamed, remains.<\/em>
\n Into deepest dark of night,<\/em>
\n she turns her ever seeking eye,<\/em>
\n and there, upon sunrise\u2019s glow,<\/em>
\n her hope, as a planted seed, doth sow.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Not coin, nor gold,<\/em>
\n will purchase passage from this mortal realm,<\/em>
\n into eternities, untold.<\/em>
\n For the trip to there,<\/em>
\n the price is set… in anguish.<\/em>
\n Do all you can, while trapped here.<\/em>
\n Secure… your own immortal soul.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Summer\u2019s heat, through winter\u2019s cold<\/em>
\n An endless cycle, for the bold.<\/em>
\n Set your weary feet,<\/em>
\n Upon the path,<\/em>
\n toward the final goal…<\/em>
\n Escape… for each immortal soul.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n From four corners,<\/em>
\n east, and west,<\/em>
\n the titans of this world contest.<\/em>
\n North, and south,<\/em>
\n the winds do blow,<\/em>
\n freezing rain, before the snow<\/em>
\n that chills… my immortal soul.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Though our fragile bodies,<\/em>
\n the titans hold in thrall,<\/em>
\n our souls, escape their clammy grasp.<\/em>
\n Till, finally… we turn.<\/em>
\n Behold, the Asp.<\/em>
\n Our demise, through venom\u2019s fang?<\/em>
\n Or our escape, to destiny,<\/em>
\n as ageless legends sang?<\/em>
\n Through that path, so filled with pain,<\/em>
\n must we venture, once again,<\/em>
\n for at its end, does lie… our gain.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Into cold, slit eyes we stare,<\/em>
\n the Asp, its fangs, doth turn, and bare.<\/em>
\n Its promise?<\/em>
\n With us, Eternity to share.<\/em>
\n Upon those ivory tips,<\/em>
\n so sharp,<\/em>
\n do form two drops, two drips,<\/em>
\n two promises… held true.<\/em>
\n My soul’s release… from me, to you.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Into these gleaming gems,<\/em>
\n we cast our eye.<\/em>
\n Behold, our fate,<\/em>
\n to do… and die.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Into venom we turn, and dive.<\/em>
\n Within their pain, we won’t survive.<\/em>
\n They promise us release…<\/em>
\n and bliss…<\/em>
\n our freedom…<\/em>
\n from mortality\u2019s short, sweet kiss.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em><\/p>\n\n