What Remains
A Past Forgotten, A Future Redeemed
By Life's Perceptual PoetryPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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Shattered Lives
My Shattered Past
My Scattered Heart
As I Move Toward
The Light
My Truths are pushed Upward
As they soar on High
These demons take Flight
Trying to grasp at the Truth
while caught in their own web of Lies
Like a Fly on the Wall,
They'd hear my deepest desires, the longing I've had,
For Love
For Happiness
Trying to Twist Reality
into unspeakable Horror
Though, through this Gore,
I stretch forth my hand
As I hear the Band
The Band of Angels
I cry out and Plead
Save me
Save me
Save me from these demons,
Save me from these Woes
Save me from MYSELF!
As my body is thrown,
As I slip away
My final Breath
Is suddenly Redeemed
As the Angels Lead
The Way
to Heavenly Grace.
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Life's Perceptual Poetry
Symbolic and Metaphorical Poetry of our day-to-day lives. Perceptual only through our own Imagination.
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