Just before the darkest hour I saw a dawn breaking there was this angel standing she looked withered and tired. her wings ruffled and torn
I got up to help but she yelled stop don’t hurt me anymore I can’t take it anymore
stunned that I was I asked what is hurting you and who are you what brings you here and what can I do….
I am your soul and that is hurting me you have ravished me, plundered me raped me, murdered me and I am here to plead stop tell me if you don’t need a soul anymore and I will silently depart you won’t feel anything and there will be no pain you will be like others living all in disdain
but if you want to keep me stop killing me stop killing me stop killing me.
Held so close, your materials protected like I might wreck some Vibrant hues, a rainbow on the light spectrum Increased saturation, a narrow aperture, and quick shutter Snapping photographs of smiling faces as I slide in a slick gutter Haunted
The skies smiled above, The moon peeped through the cracks, Clouds black than usual, A new life arrival waited, A pain so enormous, She bore it courageously, This life had to survive, This life wasn’t hers anymore, But every ones’
At the weekend she’ll go back again to walk barefoot on ferns and then through flickering green mosaics where sunlight never burns she’ll wander wisp tossed shadowed lanes of timeless peace rimmed hours where emerald rain drops sprinkle from sky