Array ( [sid] => 186203 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Hundred Miles From Midnight [time] => 2019-05-07 16:21:23 [hometext] => Woke this morning with an image in my head and this is what resulted. Without any over-thinking had this finished in about 30 mins. [bodytext] => a sunset pendent
effortlessly hanging just above the horizon
as radiant fingers paint the heavens
with the hues of an ambient spectrum

just beyond the gravitational stare
of twin dilated spheres looking expressionless
yet with an unnerving intensity
able to pierce the obscurity of space and time

where neither emotion nor reflection show
the desperation of a trapped soul reaching towards eternity
as Hell encircles Heaven; trying to strangle
a perpetual faith

encumbered by the anticipation of life
where the well trodden path and that which is less taken
have become one in the same
when with weightless touch Death takes a wayward hand and opens the final door

when the hues of an eternal sunrise return more vibrant
shining once more through the reborn eyes of a triumphant soul
taking wingless flight through technicolor ecstasy
a hundred miles from midnight


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A Hundred Miles From Midnight
Date: Tuesday, 7th May 2019 @ 04:21:23 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: ingeniusidiot
a sunset pendent
effortlessly hanging just above the horizon
as radiant fingers paint the heavens
with the hues of an ambient spectrum

just beyond the gravitational stare
of twin dilated spheres looking expressionless
yet with an unnerving intensity
able to pierce the obscurity of space and time

where neither emotion nor reflection show
the desperation of a trapped soul reaching towards eternity
as Hell encircles Heaven; trying to strangle
a perpetual faith

encumbered by the anticipation of life
where the well trodden path and that which is less taken
have become one in the same
when with weightless touch Death takes a wayward hand and opens the final door

when the hues of an eternal sunrise return more vibrant
shining once more through the reborn eyes of a triumphant soul
taking wingless flight through technicolor ecstasy
a hundred miles from midnight


2019

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