Issue sol

Drops of bright rain fall from the sky

As saviour issues warn the skies

Elements of darkness find their place in my mind,

Burning chalk and charcoal for a wish to live or die. 

Drained of my tears I wonder and doubt

That everything is going the way I desire,

The whole world wishes to be free

Of what pains their souls, their own spirits restless. 

A childish poem writing to you now, 

Feeling that there’s so much more to reveal through my words

It’s falling rain of sadness, draining the eyes of an angel

But I am almost comfortable with being this devil

I’ve become. 

Red silence, minding a duty to her king, 

Devilish appearance believing in a fight

For justice,

And justice will be done!

There is no love here, where I am,

There’s only a voice in my head

Telling me a bedtime story,

Caressing my soul, wounded, 

Blessing my blood,

Releasing my soul from all agony

When time comes. 

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Poem included in my "Christmas Afflatus" collection.