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Sep. 17th, 2018 @ 08:22 pm Poem - From the Void
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The poem “From the Void” was inspired by a dream about dying and then trying to communicate with the people on the living side. I could almost talk to them, there were hints of communication, but in the end, I was locked away.


From the Void

The after is far too late
that time for sharing thoughts
a truth that some will realize
on the far side of mirror’s face

relics stand in testimony
worthy of past saints departed
yet they're only debris disregarded
by a world that soon forgets

I've tried speaking from the void
that space beyond in-between
the mirror did not relent
only murmurs sent to those who care

burned in the eye of memory
the spark of what once was
few will see past that flare
fading in the retina

allowing voice to be delivered
with nothing in return
knocking on the mirror’s face
from the land of departed souls

surviving becomes a punishment
gift from an uncaring god
spoiled by the reticence
to extend the far dispatch.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180917.
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