by Corinne Bernat

Created on: July 02, 2009

His lungs breathe

His heart beats

And even though his blood runs through

The soul is still as if in sleep

Developing in it's cocoon

The sun shines

Inspires life

If only in the physical sense

Where inside blackness like the night

The soul will plan it's own defense

His memories live

His pain stays

But faith commands his shell to move

Up from the darkness to the day

His soul will reap it's final dues

His pain is real

His skin bleeds

The suffering that he endures

Promotes the strength that he will need

Experience creates the cure

His lungs breathe

His heart beats

The pain of life now irrelevant

He's found the source inside his niche

He lives

He is a revenant

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