Poem: Untitled

Untitled

You imagine yourself
a character in a novel, mysterious
and powerful
with the quiet power of sunrise,

a power hidden in the night,
slowly coloring the Eastern sky,
slowly banishing the dark
for those

who do not hide
in the caves of their past.

You imagine yourself
as something more you than you, able
to touch hearts
long bound in chains,

bound in the endless cycles
of pain that reverberate
like thunder with every whisper
of Paul's Corinthian love,

and to this day you are unsure
whether your imagination
is stronger than stone,
or as wispy as morning fog,

the title of your life
unwritten,
until the end.

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This is not an untitled poem. The title is actually "Untitled".

The picture was taken in Sterling, NY. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom