Angelic Voices In The Distance
As darkness crept into my mindthoughts became mired in blackness
holding on was a futile struggle
between life and the finality of death
The emotional drain of wanting to die
seemed to be captivating my lost soul
resounding drumbeats pierced slowly
the agony was with life, not with death
Angelic was losing the war with demonic
losing my grasp tumbling towards hell
there was no longer good only evilness
my mind only transfixed on the dead
My mind ensnared by too much sorrow
my soul wanting to be saved the pain
realizing there is no return from death
I try to hold on to anything tangible
My mind struggles to reach out to live
as I fall to my knees I reach to the sky
angelic voices are heard in the distance
showing me the way back to God's door
No longer on the brink of self destruction
the demons have gone to fight another day
be careful Satan has many disguises
only a love for God can hold Satan at bay
Poetry by Sandy Collins
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Written on 2005-08-04 at 23:04
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