Upon the passing of time
I am slowly depleting
my cells vibrating gradually
expanding my existence beyond
my skin, mind and body.

I am like a star, burning
fuel as I collide with life
pushing farther into the vastness
of space, time and the infenant
continum of my existence.

My impacte is that like a
grazing cow, my imagination
chews upon reality spewing
knowledge from my philosophical
mind into the chasm of my unique
reality. It grows in the passage
of time.

As I struggle in my profound
rose bed, plotting my seasonal growth.
The poet in me arches forward
in an attempt to express itself.

With my poetic fingers crucified
for my style and format
I suffer for my artist and
I share the bruises
life has to offer me.

I am the Gothic muse
a shadow rose, I leave behind
a poetic perfume, with notes
of passion and the slow weathering
petals of my budding expressions.

Like a caged bird I’ve
flown the coop breaking free
from my caged mind.

I traveled the world of
my imagination may times
before, and upon my dreams
I’ve awoken to the possiblity
of a broken ideology
of the worlds sinful nature.

Its cruel and callous in its
abused status of corruption
and its waning actions feeding
the masses with lies and deception.

These are sad times, indeed
but still the sun will rise
and the moon wanes and space
continues to grow making room
for new structures and the cycle
to go on until the end of time.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton