Gone with the wind

pete33928

Greeted to something, I don't trust, turn to lose all fear. Lowered into Gods rose garden, as 25 angels appear.

One hands me a square, now a girl I knew, I ask her what she wants, she laughs and says, "can't I ever just be nice to you."

Began to gaze at the moonlight, that charms the buds to bloom & glow, Hearing an enchanting chime, the heavens only intend me to know.

A wave of emotions torturous me for hours inside, and I am wondering if, my past thought patterns I can ever fix.

Being held over the abyss, Lord God granted me forgiveness, exit existence, and wake to a pain of another kind, all of this in 12 hours time.

Now a familiar Hell, a Hell I know all too well. Later I began to wonder when, I will stumble into doors of other dimensions again.

Inspired by (Bryan Ferry) "Slave to Love"

  • Author: pete33928 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 23rd, 2016 23:26
  • Category: Reflection
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