I love God.
Not people.
I have no faith in them.
It’s so hard to help them when evil lays within.
** **
I am NOT our Father.
Humanity hurts.
Forgiveness may be in me, but I have not forgotten what humanity has done.
Never will it be the same.
I know the ugliness that men and women do and say.
I am a sheep in a field of wolves.
Forever cautious will I be.
It seems less and less the love is in me.
** **
Revelations thrill me. Finally, justice for all the pain we have put on each other since creation.
A bite from an apple to cause such destruction.
Yet, I am one, feeling so alone.
No, my darling you’re an Angel.
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Janny C
Janny C is an established freelance writer. A bit of a jack of all trades writer Janny has found a niche in beauty writing, earning a reputation as a beauty product reviewer, which she shares here on Vocal Media.
Last Days
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was me, but there was something warped, and that was not me. I narrow my eyes and peer into the narrowing eyes of my deformed reflection. I was off, and while I could see it in my reflection, no one else could see it. At least no one acknowledges it. Getting out of bed has become a chore. A chore I hate. After fifteen to twenty minutes of lying awake, staring at the ceiling and wishing I hadn't woken up, I finally shift to the side of the bed, legs dangling down the four foot high drop to the floor.
By Colt Henderson6 days ago in Horror
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