Echoes are coming from,
under the bridge
In the distance,
It seems so far away,
sounds piercing,
all around without delay
I want to get to the bridge,
without being held back,
by this force,
which seems so big
Then the feathers,
covered me
Under the Wings
no echoes,
are stopping me
Terror day or night,
is out of sight
I must be dwelling,
in the secret place,
under an almighty,
shadow of grace
Angels charge,
those echos,
are sent,
to Planet Mars
Salvation took me,
to the bridge,
where no echoes,
dare to live


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney