At point zero: A poem 

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At point zero, 

I feel like the hapless hero 

who waited for the sign 

through all the lost time 

I only, now, see the clouds gather 

They bring in an inclement weather 

The horizon seems it will not be mine 

These fields of hope have lost their shine 

Did my miscarriage weaken me? 

Did the gestation never set me free? 

The cradle is only too empty 

I thought the would-be infant would affirm my belief 

God, are you telling me it’s all in vain? 

Are you implying that I must set out again? 

God, I can only tell you that all this rain 

will not bring me glory; can you feel my pain? 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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