I’ve never known this feeling
There are angels on the ceiling
Wondrous sounds around me reeling
The Prophet is kneeling
To all my senses appealing
The inner light revealing
ancient writings on the wall
I crawl
Out of the darkness
Into the Hall
0f Old Dead Poets
And philosophers
A grasshopper
A wide-eyed, curious girl
Budding, blushing innocent
A figment
Of all things imagined
In the chasm
Of nine, nightmarish years spent
Chained to the furnace
In the Devil’s basement
I repent!
I’ve spent my life
Through a grey lens
Wondering what it all meant
Mind bent
I rent my pathetic soul
For a reasonable doubt
Shouting obscenities
At disembodied entities
Who are fighting for space to get out…