Poetry: An Eternity

Posted: May 19, 2017 in Inspirational Poetry
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An Eternity

Inside an oblivion of a time trapped shell,
the wind howls and bares its soul,
to the sky that soaks up its confessions.

Vibrations of the secrets light up the stars,
as they twinkle the encrypted code of stories that are told
from the souls who reign down below.

I am the cold wind that dances through the darkness,
and the chill that sweeps beneath the feet
on a bare wooden floor.

I am the tunnel that hovers overhead,
consumed by emotions that have been
left to escape into the openness.

Anxiety, frustration, excitement, despair, happiness
and fright, tied into a ball of invisible twine,
attached to the tunnel where feelings have no end
and continue to grow
until an angry storm has an outburst.

I am but an energy, that ravishes on the soul,
that lurks to those who are weak.
The time that I have is short,
but it lengthens with each emotion
that I consume, as more bare
the deep hidden secrets
locked beneath the core
of their soul.

Their soul, is a part of the eternity,
An eternity of a time-trapped shell…

I am,
an eternity,
that keeps on waiting,
ravishing for the core
of your darkest secrets
you keep locked
far within your soul.

-Ariana Cherry 2014

  1. SauceBox says:

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  2. Love this. I’m very intrigued by the idea of eternity & infinity. This part “Vibrations of the secrets light up the stars,
    as they twinkle the encrypted code of stories that are told
    from the souls who reign down below.” Was my favorite. The imagery of this poem was great.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Thank you so much for reading my poem. I am so glad that you enjoyed it. Eternity is often a topic on my mind as well… I appreciate your compliments of my imagery…. I really like the reader to feel as if they were there or a part of the poem 🙂

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      • Well, you did a fine job of immersing me. Time is such an ephemeral, yet infinite thing. I always ask my friends “Can you measure infinite?” and that gets some interesting convos started


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