Unravel the Mystery Within “The Turning” – Daniel Klawitter’s Poem That Will Change Your Perspective Forever
O god, my grief is a child
I hold as a thief
might hold his last night
of freedom…
desperate to my bones,
indelicate as tombstones
standing in the rain.
Sometimes pain is open like a prairie
(you can see it go on for miles),
or mysterious as a monastery
high atop snow blown
mountain peaks.
As I study the zodiac,
who will speak to divine its meaning?
Distracted to death
by the sound of shadows
seething their prophecies
in the corner.
The scars you gave me
are still bleeding from the bondage
you keep me in,
reading your intentions
like a holy text.
