Penultimate Walk Poem by me poet yeps poet

I was feeling
my chest was too tight
was it like my last night

Went off the air
rested

Now I return
having tasted
a new imagery
a fresh vision

No one can go
neither could Buddha
or any Lord for that matter
unless the spark does extinguish
or does finally banish
and then
ultimately lightening
does one arrest

those who consider themselves
as immortal
this is just a glimpse
of what could
or would happen

Till then keep awake
poets and readers
the verse must be voiced
ere you are Invoiced


the world becomes
bereft
of
you know me
as you always walk
besides
as the most well read poet

that you all make of me

poet yeps poet me