Theme: Afterlife

I, Who Drink


I, who drink from this stained chalice of life,
a vessel more than this mere mortal can bear;
stand at these misty crossroads awaiting
that carriage from heaven's domain.

To speed my withered spirit into the solitude
of a silent retreat; an abode fit for circumspection.
There, the passage of aeons will become
just a day, in an eternity of soul-searching wandering.

And the vagaries of a life unfulfilled can find
solace, in the realisation of the hidden world.
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More By  :  Stephen Watson

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