Poem -
Tormented
Demonic beings all around,
Clutching the minds of many,
Telling their twisted lies,
Leaving one in agony.
Tortured by their claws,
They rip the identity away,
Making one forget the past,
Those days they were free.
Counted among the dead,
Spirits of the fallen angels loom,
Hoping to find their next victim,
Preying on their darkest fears.
Then light in the dark arrives,
A shining wink of hope,
Twinkling in the far distance,
Reminding there is always a God.
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Comments
As always love your work! Love how your work sometimes is so dark still shines a light of hope! β‘Β
There is always light to find! ?
Thats what this really awesome friend of mine has taught me!!
wonderful ink, excellent read
It's hard to see the white rabbit in the white house.
Not understanding your point... sorry lol
You speak of demonic possession, I believe that a newly elected president, before moving into the white has hopes and dreams for a better world but when they enter the white house they become so blinded that they cannot see the white rabbit, seeing god is like seeing a white rabbit in the snow, hard to see.
True... the Bible says we need to seek God to find Him... however, sometimes He gives us that light up ahead to know He' waiting for us. Again, our hope...