Dark Poetry

 

The time has come

No power on this earth

can stop me now

Blood, poison and drought, death by torture

I still take my course.

 

Maybe centuries pass

until the watergate breaks

But then power flows through as it was written

Unfathomably bright light

 

widens the forehead widens the mind

burns through the body opens the heart

Deletes all of the fears

Transforms the pain. 

Inga Veit, Publizistin M.A. & Coach  |  ingaveit@web.de