DELIVERANCE (POETRY)

let's have a pentecost;
a turmoil of tongues
leaping
tongues of flame
to purge this
soul


wondering,
wandering
words


flashes,
distorted images
Racing
in
my
Head!
a m i l l i o n p i e c e s o f a j i g s a w
scattered bits floating in the wind

wandering,
wondering.


No padded walls
No strait jackets
for this demented soul.
Asylum. This body.
trapped for an eternity.
breath shortening,
choking!

no more.


There is no tomorrow,
only yesterdays of sorrow.
As shattered dreams pierce my sole,
like thorns driven into my blackened soul.

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