I am a failed poet, seeing as
Form eludes me
I do not know when to break lines
Or when a line should drag on, seemingly forever, into the depths of eternity.
But the truth hovers above the world
In black clouds that predict storms
And when the world sings
The storm breaks and truth
Reigns over the black lies that breathe
From forever's door.
And forever is shot into the darkness of
A thousand suns reversed
and we,
The children of the earth
Shall live for the now until the day
We too pass beyond forever's door
And see the remnants are merely never
And into the never us children fall
Forever.
Form eludes me
I do not know when to break lines
Or when a line should drag on, seemingly forever, into the depths of eternity.
But the truth hovers above the world
In black clouds that predict storms
And when the world sings
The storm breaks and truth
Reigns over the black lies that breathe
From forever's door.
And forever is shot into the darkness of
A thousand suns reversed
and we,
The children of the earth
Shall live for the now until the day
We too pass beyond forever's door
And see the remnants are merely never
And into the never us children fall
Forever.
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