Posted in Poems

Terror Reel

Once I meditated and looked within my soul.
I thought perhaps it was slightly empty.
Who knew my soul wasn’t whole?
Maybe my master was incorrect about the monster who lived within.
Or was it simply, just maybe, iniquity and sin?
So many problems are on this earth.
The hate, the love, the dying dove.
All a symbol of a war in me.
A war which is waged not by weapons,
but by the metaphorical sea.
They transferred their power to the Human force you see.
But they faded into myth like lovers impregnating bad deeds.
So the answer lies to the problem so that it may stay concealed.
The reason you ask?
Because of a haunted theater reel.


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