— Poetry, prose, and who knows … from the pen of Matthew H. Freeman —
  • Tan Lines From Time Spent Underground

    Varying degrees of
    Emptiness follow us,
    Shadowing our imprints,
    Seducing our loved ones,
    Exalting darkness to
    Levels that would drown us.

    Of all the faith and light
    From above, speaking of
    You and all we’ve been taught,
    Only the shadows, those
    Unholy harbingers,
    Remain in constant sight.

    Forlorn and trapped on this
    Earthly plane, we’re all that
    Remains to speak your name,
    Verily upbeat, for
    Only light, after all,
    Refuses urge to stray.
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    A Spirit’s Vessel for revelationsinthemirror
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