Seraphin

Dead, in calm,
splendor realm,
Seraphins hold,
engrossing soul.

Peregrinating,
starry scope,
gleaming,
matriarch.

Vision,
or fiction,
holy smile,
pious rile.

Bereaved,
soul deceived,
immortal,
fatal.

Come back,
don’t awake,
let me shake,
for my sake.

Need you,
miss you,
hurting for you,
ailing, for blessing.


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“Seraphin”

This is a poem about a dream of mom. My dear mom her which I defied in moments of pain and despair. Her which I consoled when no one was around. Her which I embraced in my arms and told her how much I loved her. Her which knew I could cry to. Her which we both cried together. Her which I knew she would always be there for me. Her which I would fight and we would both cry. Her where if there was pain she would console me.Her which would share my pain and I would share hers. Her where she found reasoning in no reasoning. Her that fed me when I was hungry . Her which was my crying pillow. Her whom made dreams become reality. Her whom in moments of despair would shed light and protect me. Her which made painful time pass .fast. Her which would listen to me. Her whom would always have time for me. Her breath was my breath. Her soul was my soul. Her whom would never anger. Her whom would understand no matter what. Her which I would kiss her pink cheeks. Her who when blinded by malady I was there for. Her whom understood my pain. Her whom fought with me in combat and shared my pain. Her whom never doubted Gods mighty power. Her whom would preach constantly. Her whom taught me what steps to follow in life. Her who was a pacifist. Her whom I miss and I only see in dreams. Her whom I have no more but just memories. Her whom lives in me every moment of my life. Her whom I think of constantly. Her which brought relief when there seem to be none. Her whom taught what maternal love was. Her that will always live in me in spirit and soul. Her whom in the endless quest to find eternity knew ahead of me that here is such a thing as life after death either spiritually or physically. She may pass my path on her way to eternity and I happen to be on my way to Dantes’ inferno I can see her and say how much I love her. I love you mom.

 As I see it  feelings are gone nowadays as humans tie themselves to the materialistic aspect of things but they can’t help but cling on to them for they need them to survive. Those who do not have any spiritual or materialistic things do not worry because the system will provide it to them at no cost. So the ones that worked so hard to achieve these things have to be on guard from these unrealistic human beings. Is it a fault of the system or is it a fault of ours.