___I Awaken To Morrow Only To
Find, I Am Not Where I Was Yester Year, To
Dismay, I Find Myself In a (Room) Tunnel, I Am as Tho
Suffercating ___ I Have No Body As Those Tho
Whom Surround Me ___ They All Walk Thru Me As
I Walk Thru Them, Who Are They As
They Embrace Me, My Embraceble (Self) Soul___
I Can't Breathe I Think Gasping For Air___ There
Is None To Breathe, But That Which I Smell There
Is Not Air ___ It's Stench,Burning In My Mind As
Sulphur, Metal Or Is It Truly I Am Insane, As
Am I Dreaming,i.e. I Have No Eyes To See, As
I Feel No Heart Beating In My Chest, Only Do I
Hear My Thoughts As Thoughts 1000's I
Fear Of Those Others !!
Why All Those Thousands As Far as I Can See As
In This (Room) Tunnel, They All Embrace Me As
My (Be) Embraceble You....
I Recall Reading Book,Something,Yes, TRASK, In,
He'd Said I'd / We'd Find He'd See (Meet) Me In
Holy Hell...
Next Thing I Know I Am Running For The Door (End)
This Tunnel Like a Room That Does Not End___
I Run & Run To Only To Find There Is No End, Me,
I Come Before Being There Who Tell's Me____
You Can (Check Out) Run, But, You Can Never Leave
In Defeaning Silence I Hear His Thoughts, I Truly Believe
____I Know I Am In Hell...
This End Is Only The Beginning That Embrace(s ) Me My Embraceble You....
Etal:
___There Are More Hells To Endure Than
Are There Particles In Entire Universe Which
Is Never Ending Sewer And, It Ends On Planet
Earth...
___ You As a Mere Mortal Being Is But a " Spec
Of Dust " In The Eye's Of (God)...
___ Satan The Devil Is Just The Beginning:
___ I, TRASK, (God), My Children (Await) Embrace You,
Embraceble You, Your Very Soul (s)...
We all have our own private hell from time to time. However, in mine there are no embraces, so yours offers some comfort. Deep work and thought-provoking.
Love,
Sandy
Reviewed by Valerie Salazar (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2002
Trask your an great author very deep,you write alot fear and seem sad, and angery. But I feel like there is a warrior, poised ready to war. But I think the battle gos on within you. You use your anger to write, as I use my pain. Thats why poetry is a reflextion of our inner self. I enjoy your work. It Rages!
Reviewed by Jacqueline amos (Reader)
Reviewed on November 24, 2001
This is so beautiful Trask. Your work is so touching and make one search within self. The inner peace creates love. Fear is always over thrown by love. It is a great weapon of inner peace.
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Love,
Sandy