Poem -


For  seven years
he sat inside a boarded-up piece of pride
as Darkness danced between his sight
one eye slashed in holy flight
blameless ages lay on a splinter
from a cross delivered gifted in ruin
red crimson rivers
slashed into a history stream
as he swallowed another gulped dream
screaming inside a jail
a mind flowing
in full sail

White lines across an oak table
disabled as saints smiled
before crying lord save us
now laying in urines
bastard feast
creased by empty family seats
hung on a wall painted in white

exhausted of wings
Angels seeking the sin

outside the gravel rumbles its tune
as heavy footsteps
cursed to soon
who approachs i cannot see
oh perhaps