Poem about the Self and change.

The Axis..

Like a tree without leaves

Like a ship sailing without breeze

I tread the axis of my destiny

In a body devoid of cells

Like a chime ringing without its bell

I make the melody of life wail for me


My thoughts traverse an empty universe

Housed inside the confines of a troubled mind

Begrudgingly accepting the rise of the decline

Casting stones at my demons

They return the compliment with interest

I bleed the blood of a permanent guest


Atoms that once held held me together

Split into particles of innate annihilation

Spinning through the hesitance of doubt

Into the confusion of certainty 

I find no sanctuary here


Seasons come that bear no semblance to their states

I find myself cold in the midst of blazing heat

Sensing the call of ultimate victory

I rise to taste the sweetness of defeat

Is this not the code of the wayfarer?


I am no longer the book that I read

I am no longer part of this picture of peace

Like a tree without leaves

Like a ship sailing without breeze

I tread the axis of my destiny



 

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