Poem -

My final destination.

My final destination.
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I entered your bloodstream
Though the scar on your heart

Traveled to an intriguing place
Past your lips', beyond your face

I entered the darkness
Of your minds wall's

Like iron the corridors
Halls left and right

Touched the innermost parts
Within love and light

My hands sensation's vibrations
Felt all your creation

Oh the strength, the weakness
Sadness and might

My eye's seeking closed tight
I let my senses explore - Explain,

I'm inside your sorrow
Your aching pain

Filling my questioning
With answers fair

My soul now holding
Your despair

Darkness fear touring bear
Touching the madness
Everywhere

Listening to the screams
Taking you in

Like a nightmare's dream
Relinquishing

I entered a room of poetry
Writing upon the walls

Etched in cryptography
Like a beautiful murder scene

Kissing the darkness
Your fears becoming clean

Your so afraid to fall
The writing upon the wall

Tells me the story
Of your life

One turn left
Another turn right

Walking through your Manson
The darkness night

Searching for the key
To the cast iron door

The one in the center
At the start

The only key to unlock
your heart

The one that's fastened tight
Searching within
Every crack and crevice
In sight

To open the lock
Releasing Love and light

In search of your soul
My eternal love

Escaping your aching
Holding you tight

I'm traveling your mind
This night

A maze, a puzzle, such value
Such worth

Witnessed the place
Of your sacred birth

Seeking to know you for
who you're are

My intriguing love
I've resealed your scar

I'm embedded within you
And who you are

A part of your creation
Forevermore living
within your sweet validation

Your mind becoming
My favorite restoration

Your loving heart
My final destination.
Nardine Sanderson 14/01/2015.

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