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Revealing Anew Do not follow me through the dark black waters allow me to continue feeling the cold pressing on until the sensation of warmth swathes my spirit enough caresses my entire being doubling clarity chancing my return welcoming everything good creation refuses to deny 'till my soul mends of morbid pain in elation |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2014-07-18 09:53:03
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Deni, I am not sure (other than crossing over) whether this speaks of a physical or purely mental/emotional respite.
The thoughts you dwell on, of “morbid pain” and “warmth” “swathes my spirit”, are depths to pinnacle. I am inclined to view the entire piece as loss and the romanticism of recovery.
That said, the contrast is wide and evident; and one hopes the writer finds the sought, before the difficulties become that much more binding.