apotheosis…
I am not like you
I am just the same
You make me into something
You make me shine
I am like the others…
I am not the same…
fighting with more…
on my washed up shore…
You praise me…
you even make me better…
we are not the same…
but made from the name…
Heaven or Hell…
hide in your shell…
I ask of you…
did you praise my words?
So please apotheosis me as you can…
There is no pain in residing…
Pain is given from the thing you loose…
will you ever understand?
I can not be your believe…
You have the power…
to make your own…
be your own apotheosis…
Marking his inevitable return ,the author delivers a darker shade of noir.The poem’s narrative voice is an internal monologue articulating the yearning for answers and a possible resolution to a question that perhaps shall never receive an answer .