Lying upon a bed of heartache, heart beating senselessly,
mind disappearing into another dimension where life is
not cruel, but loving and beautiful.
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Georg Trakl startled his friends one night, when after hours of brooding silence, he cried out in joy, How can we speak of the moment of death when it is the threshold of life everlasting? How indeed. Your poem like Trakl's comment speaks of death honestly but fearlessly. The emptiness of the title is just a way of divesting your soul of what it will not need, no loss there, and in a moment it will possess the pearl of inestimable value, that is, Life Everlasting. This is a poem to reread when you're feeling unfocused and maybe depressed. It alerts the soul and the heart, Hey, sluggards, wake up - there's the work of redemption to be done!
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Georg Trakl startled his friends one night, when after hours of brooding silence, he cried out in joy, How can we speak of the moment of death when it is the threshold of life everlasting? How indeed. Your poem like Trakl's comment speaks of death honestly but fearlessly. The emptiness of the title is just a way of divesting your soul of what it will not need, no loss there, and in a moment it will possess the pearl of inestimable value, that is, Life Everlasting. This is a poem to reread when you're feeling unfocused and maybe depressed. It alerts the soul and the heart, Hey, sluggards, wake up - there's the work of redemption to be done!