Stairway to Heaven

Monday, January 21, 2008


I am
an object enveloped in oppressive grey.

(the ultimate uncertainty)

I possess an unnamed name
and a soul
none have ever dared to touch.

I’m spinning in the smoky mists
of what is left of time.

There is no light,
No sound,
No sense of anything
Except the softness
Of my own destruction-
Except the distance
Between my truth,
And Darkness.

My solitude
Is a symbol
Of all that is …obsolete.

(It represents the future)

In the end,
There is no end.
Only the loneliness of
A Spirit
Waiting for a greater love
to enfold it.

Copyright © 2008 Querus Abuttu

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