She’s

She’s breaking,
Snapping
Thrashing,
The cold streets are calling
But she’s fighting,
She’s Trying
To ignore, the demons strolling,
Walking, smiling
Their tongues hanging,
Waiting,
The clouds are drawing
Folding,
Closing
She feels herself choking
She’s praying
The lights are fading
She feels alone,
She watches as she pulled
Feeling as if she’s drowning
Her eyes above shallow
But the waters are reaching
Grasping
The devil is whispering
The ships are sinking
A graveyard, a harvesting,
A breathless spring
She sees all the things that are frightening,
Red eyes gazing
Souls screeching
The aroma of copper bleeding,
Her heart chasing
Running,
Falling
She is shaking,
Shivering
The world is shrinking
Age is creeping
Beauty dissolving
But here soul is flourishing
Blooming,
A vibrance colluding
Changing,
Molding
By hands of holy
Light carving
Breaking,
Shattering the groveling
The snarling
The voices that gnaw like teeth crushing
Tearing, ripping,
The demons begin to sing
But the crown of hades is eroding
Collapsing,
She hears new voices singing
Erupting
Splitting the darkness, peeling,
She feels her heart slowing
Though she stands wavering
Wondering
Is this an end or a beginning
Her soul settling
Calming
Exulting,
The clouds raging
Flickering
Sparking,
Her eyes she’s covering
As the world is spilling
But she be not worrying
For she feels the demons weeping
She’s standing, sparring
Though the enemy is surrounding
She must never, cease, believing.

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Just a man beneath the thumbprint of God. A man wandering like any other, wondering what will come of him.(Instagram @poemjunkybiffle)

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Just a man beneath the thumbprint of God. A man wandering like any other, wondering what will come of him.(Instagram @poemjunkybiffle)

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