Transition Through The Heavens

[princesskitana]

The path less taken, is here before me.
Visions of lost souls and emprisoned minds, try to haunt me.
As I look to the dirt before me;
I rectify the memories once told about me.

I open my hands and receive the elixer.
Then gobble down it's contents in a quaff gesture.
Only to realize the attempts to mitigate the problem;
that stood before me.

I might be prepared to accept this new lethargic form in my body;
and decide if I will be open-minded to the slightest sight of blood.
I wipe my tears and wring my hands dry.

But I fall again ten thousand miles.
Into a land, a land that once owned me.
To find I still live this ghostly life.

[Aaron Graf]

A perfect reminder of the common people of today, they have this rigth to speak but they still live like ghosts, they dont' say what they really thingk they don't think for themselves they don't do any of that. But this poem was very good at pointing it out. Bravo to you.

[strangeclouds]

ten thousand miles...beautiful.

[Mazlo49]

Nice poem, i love your writing style you always have a hidden meaning hidden with in your poems witch give the reader the ability to feel your words instead of only reading them