I feel like fingers
Fallen from the hand
Like eyes without beauty
I am two lackluster stones
There is no “you”
To speak of
Nor a heart to remember
Beginning and
Going and
Ending alone
There once was a mother
A father, a sibling
There once was a flame
Or so I’ve been told
There were friends
There was laughter
There was warmth
In December
They called it Lav
Or
Some other word
But in this body plagued by
Terror
A dreamer is running
From nothing
And banging on the doors
Of houses
Not homes
And I recall
Strangers
In a dark land without sound
We were screaming together
On mountains of tongues
We were screaming together
But nothing would come out
But suddenly the stars
Began to move around eachother
We stared out and watched
As their light washed over the sky
And we screamed, just kept screaming
It was like the stars danced to our yearning
Inside I felt something
And I think it was that thing
It just had to be
Lav
HI dear poet.The first part you poem was your experience of your spirit in dimension of darkness looking down.The second part experience of your spirit in the dimension was in looking around trying to find the path. The last part and the best part of your poem and your experience in spirit finely you find the truth looking up to the source .The source of enlightenment. Look up with open eyes it is the only one holly one.Thank you for your poem
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