Poetry

Resurrection

Where does it end?

At the bottom, you think?

No! It’s way beyond that.

I’ve gone deep,

Deeper, deeper, deeper.

And I still hear that voice

It sees me, watches me,

I know it does.

You don’t hear it?

I do.

And it’s loud,

Louder than a bomb,

My heart skips for five seconds when I hear a word.

Day and Night, it’s there.

How do I make it stop?

My heart holds on to the voice,

That unknown voice,

Calling me,

It calls me, sees me, and knows me.

My heart yearns for its salvation

But I don’t.

It sees me, knows me,

Calls me to my RESURRECTION.

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