Beata Beatrix
Feb 2, 2021


In this sense,

I am already dead.

Motionless in the air

A pendulum hung

Where time has stayed in place

Locked by the routine of a clock

Surveying promises

Predating paradise

God is watching

In His narrowest light

This enigmatic corpse

Eternity awaits

To be forever

But never to have been

Deader than dead.

1 Feb 2021



Beata Beatrix

From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.