This fleshly prison, the soul must flee…..eventually.
Organs and veins, aches and pains, supplemental health claims.
Creeks and cracks, random mishaps, the human body tax.
The still imprisoned will remain and weep.
Denials and trials, tossing and turning, no sleep.
Coveting leftovers, diamonds and gold, still growing old.
This fleshly prison, the soul must flee…..eventually.
Ascending, Descending or Guardian Angeling
Ethereal happenings beyond our simple sphere.
Worry and fear dissipate into the atmosphere.
Silencing the burden of accomplishment, defeat or conceit.
A life span is a blip on the radar of humanity.
This fleshly prison, the soul must flee…Eventually.
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Dayna Clark
I'm a bad motherwriter.
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