• Reality

    by Meriel Glysson

    I yearn for the bliss of serenity
    As my whole life flashes before my eyes
    And death’s sweet call tears me from reality

    Obscure thoughts warp my mentality
    Dizzy and spinning in knots and ties
    I yearn for the bliss of serenity

    The hostile mind commits brutality
    Filling the world with hate and lies
    While death’s sweet call tears us from reality

    Life is an unending spiral of abnormality
    Trying to grasp a light to arise
    Yearning for the bliss of serenity

    With the mindset of mortality
    We collect our memories so no one dies
    When death’s sweet call tears us from reality

    To obtain the purist state of equanimity
    One must obliterate the thoughts we deemed unwise
    I yearn for the bliss of serenity
    As death’s sweet call tears me from reality.

    posted to Cedar Street Times on September 26, 2013

    Topics: Young Writers' Corner

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