Poem -
The Intercessor
Mirrors dancing
heed chase
in my torment
during the night
A time
where no
escape route
is available
a captive
to the fabric
of my spirit
No Constitution
bound to protect
a free for all
where demons are
blessed with
faux authority
The Dove
beckons me
it circles
around my being
it inhabits my vessel
it cures and soothes
the affliction
A vaccine
to my sin
Hope hovers
when despair
shows its
presence
It is with this
I live......
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I felt every single word Greg, possibly because I too live them...this is very meaningful to me and wonderfully written x
Marion
Thank You. I have a lot of PTSD and God really is the hope when it is hard see
I too was diagnosed same back.last year or year before...can't remember...
strangely...i have turned away from him, no sense in this world for me or anything that might wait for me but i'm glad you have your god Greg...i envy you in that sense...I see only death and suffering and I cannot gel that with a god which might be good anymore, I think now only a cruel god would create such cruelty...hugs x
Marion
Man is cruel not God. Religion is cruel and is designed to control society. We get peace by being one with our maker and allowing God to take the pain away. I hated God for years. I gave him the finger when in reality I should have given myself the finger as I created the havoc. I may have not caused all of it but I had the choice how to react to it.
Hugs
Greg
really cool write Greg! all the best!.........................................................Jim
awsome poem a masterpiece
BEAUTIFULY WRITTEN LINDA