MC ( / ny-ny)

Mountains And Molehills

somehow religious treatises’ appear to be written
upon sheets of time wasted with crooked lines...
to think we know what happens when breath
no longer exist and assists the last stop
before moving on…
to start again somewhere…
climbing mountains and molehills.

along broad spectrum's of being smitten
with false schema's and soiled times
of past actions and current beliefs about death
and how hell does make you dropp but also lifts you up…
to move on…
and bathe in blissful waters everywhere…
made from mountains and molehills.

saturated…heaven and hell are taken
from imagery placed inside poetic minds...
which attempt to understand this last breath
of looking inside for some repair shop
on how moving on…
brings us to realize all the gains and pains...
are spread along the path of mountains and molehills.

User Rating: 5 / 5 ( 0 votes ) 1

Other poems of CORLESS (1)

Comments (1)

Your poem flows, and I understood it, you did a good job.