Wind so powerful it could shake the foundation of a home.
there at the window I stood alone.. or so I thought.
I felt a presence that made me shake I could not form a sentence.
Out of fear I screamed to leave and slowly but surly a face appeared upside down I couldn’t not believe.
An aged face painted white with black around the eyes.
No words were said just an empty stare, I woke up and searched for an answer that lies.
One did, a death is soon to come or is in process. The death of an old me hopefully there was progress.
Everything is all rearranged and scattered.
I need to find my place and leave my body that is bruised and battered.
I pray I am stronger fear no man any longer.
The truest enemy I have is myself those you who oppose don’t know me all that well.
Today you’re an enemy but we will finish this in hell.
There must be something bigger I need another sign I need help.