. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Sunday Voice

Sunday, May 22, 2022

The Sunday Voice

(A lone voice whispers)




In this grey shade of semi-darkness


I've sat down by the IPFT and looked again down through time 


Past all the fast-moving images and those sad heartbreaking ones


Portraying illnesses 


Lit a white Dominion protection magic candle and pondered


Is she with another I just can't see


Someone else's older or younger brother


That soulmate who once professed and confessed 


She was only mine


Would she still love me beyond all she feared


If I could somehow suddenly appear



Would her sweet kisses taste the same as before 


When we first met and I told her my sacred name


As I stood at her front door


But would she forget me this time when she got home


Delete my old number on her phone


I know she's a siren 

Lord


A beautiful beacon


A light in the dark who all fall to their knees


Whenever she calls



Is that why I'm cursed by the green shards of Belazor 


In this grey shade of semi-darkness 


As I embrace my own form of crucifixion


Charged to look down through time forever 


And tasked by Malachi


To always light a white Dominion magic protection candle 


From the sacred box of self-introspection


And ponder


Is she with another that has my reflection 


Who looks like me


Someone else's younger or older brother 


Now I've died and can only use the IPFT


To see




Copyright John Duffy 

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