My eyes are closing, not just for eight hours, but for eight eternities. When they open to the heat or to an angel's choir, is all upon my shoulders. Whether my sins are egregious or mundane, depends upon St. Peter. My eyes are weary from the apathetic visions, of an sincerely dying world. Is it love that needs revived to save what is dying now, open your blind heart please. So my eyes can close, with their last vision being a human embrace. Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on two other books at the present time. One is entitled "The Angel and the Witches and the other is "Once Upon A Halloween" View more posts
