I know not of other worlds
For we are not told
Of this ever present reality
Of a presence that stalks us
A reality that touches us
A phenomenon that shapes us
Eventually to take us
Groping in the darkness to understand
Never fully understanding the emptiness
The aching void created,
This senselessness that can't be resolved
Such a sting, when shot, do damage a lot
The moment it came, we knew we were naked
Naked to its effects, bodies that fail
Fail from birth, from conception
We breathed it, live in it, surrounded by it
In the mirror it stares at me
What I see is not what I used to be
Silently I begged to be free
Shackled, bound by its presence
Evendence in the fallen leaf, so majestic is fall
Yet there is death present, visible to all
Naked came I into this world
It's the way I go, my character, that I know
All born of a woman, into to time
See in its most sublime, despair everywhere
That which binds us after the fall
Hear our cries, our calls in a land
Filled with pain, suffering destined to all
This first enemy will soon become my last
Where death will be swolled up in victory
The grave gives up its commodity
While some were called from it in times past
Their lives lived here still didn't last
When death chooses to pass my way one day
Will I be able to say , "this is not my day"
Will it be instant as I've been told
Or lying, waiting, telling stories of old
This I know my friend, a life is coming
That has no ending
All I hear will say on that day
"Gone are your sting, in victory forever to stay"
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.