The moment the pond opened up and I fell in.
It is a time when the waters feel like the burning fires of a Hell.
As Shakespeare said "this is in your mind"
The "Heaven of Hell, The Hell of Heaven in his words.
It is like the best is held til after you die.
Like the rain didn't want to be there.
These moments passing by without you.
Standing still as absolute twine that is stronger then ... then your muscles are.
However, it is what you make it, good vs bad. Evil vs light
or a mix of woven sorrows and happiness,
A switch just for your lifestyle,
and a blank-bone to aid your will.
Author's notes: This poem was on the spot and related to:
"The Mind is its own place, and within itself, can create a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven." -Shakespeare
Originally posted on HiveIt with Nathaniel Hammel. Hive blog powered by ENGRAVE.
