…..he read that online mine poetry about poverty that poverty was about the grammar mistakes in many poems
the stupidity started chasing me declared instantly me-moi as his enemy his words, so absurd a lunatic so terrific
I thought he could read poetry but….I was mistaken....
my beloved one never knew the alienating appearance of this blind male
I wrote about true poetry and its poverty he associated with politics and its tactics
I thought he could read poetry but….I was mistaken....
thought he ran the marathon but....I was mistaken,
he was chasing me constantly,
God said to me: " Have never fear, Sylvia I am with you all the time"
all my fears disappeared instantly
from far I heard the thunder and I saw the brightest lightning a man fell down shouting for help
on my way, I passed his burnt body terrible smell of burnt blood Hey! That was the one who was constantly chasing me The devil himself with his poker face
Thank you, dear Lord, you have helped me in Your Time....
that resonates with mine, oh Lord, You are sublimest!