Magical Poetry

Magical Poetry
Micheal Ace

Wednesday, 28 September 2016


When I returned from the bed
I fixed my eyes into my pen
So that when I write these words
I will not see the open doors
But the mysteries beyond

I see a colourless light
In the disguise of white
I see shadows of emptiness
On the rays of light that fell
I see a beginning of no end

There is a world beyond the door
A world no one knows it's word
A world of deep vastitude
Like the gardens of heaven
A world which the skies resemble

And if I stand before the open door
I will check if there are thorns
On the hand that opens it
I will look beyond the lights so lit
To see if the aftermath is a pit

Because I have seen and heard
That even lights are envoys of death
For they blinds the eyes
To see the hidden hunger
Behind the foamy bread of no butter

Micheal Ace

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