Spirit Realm
I can feel it, talking to me silently
My words pause, as if itself was thinking
Telling me how it feels I live and write
Darkness alive as if light lives
I know death, I am not afraid
Spirit realm, there my soul be free
I hear satan temptations cries
But I do not feel his presence
Tho I walk in the valley shadow of death
I am moved in being my steps be
I am only a man, myself even guilt
Weakened by the flesh, tempt of life's foundation
I feel it, as if I could touch myself
I wonder if it sleeps or lays guard
My eyes lay shut to the world
Spirit realm of dream land
Say tell story, some I wish not to know
My spirit, my responsibility heaven or hell
Life and death we hold no control
To each their action be their consequences
Reaping what you sow, soil spoiling away
Like an apple rotting the bushing
Your soul falling to a world past
You care not for change only yourselves
But you forget the being inside you breath
Spirit realm, even in death it still lives
Got first love yourself to love another
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2024
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