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Mar 2019
I was skating backwards at  the speed of light
My life at that point was not a pretty sight
I was wandering aimlessly on the highway of life
My heart felt like it  had been sewn together with a knife
Having nothing but the best of intentions
I stopped at the kiosk to ask for directions
She told me she had the remedy to cure my infection
At that point she definitely had my attention
Just as I was staring down the abyss of nothingness
There she was this angel in white clothed in all her holiness
Somehow she has managed to penetrate my psyche
Or Perhaps I'm just a  victim of her overwhelming beauty
She shelters me in the fullness  of her open wings
How could I not become a prisoner of  such blessings?
She captured my heart and now I am a hostage
I feel like I've been given a fatal dosage.
Could it be I've fallen, I've only met her once
I'll just shine it on, I need to keep my distance
Even so I feel a spiritual connection
Or am I just a sad  victim of inferior perception.
Written by
duane hall  M/kennewick washington
(M/kennewick washington)   
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