In a chasmic gap of life and death
Beyond all fears, hopes and breath
None matters when angry and alone
Wondering why it turned you stone

Whoever we are in this grand cosmos
The one watching above only knows
When you are gasping for clean air
All that is left is that one last prayer

There’s nothing as mysterious as this
It is not the agony or gut’s dehisce
Day are anguished, nights dreary
Those eyes that await become teary

No one knows how long that wait is Looking for that one touch of bliss
Reckoning if there is us or sacrifice
Either way, it never shall be paradise

Published by Quotidian Blessing

InfoSec Director|WIT Mentor-Protege Vice Chair|ATA Convention Women's Forum Chair|Published Poet

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