Poem: MESSENGERS

 MESSENGERS

           

Angels use them, demons too

They lift you up, and they subdue

They steer and rule your inner mind

They make you see and make you blind 


Messengers, oh messengers – why are you so sincere

You act as if the way you speak has never been unclear


 



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You rush in like a mighty storm

You like to twist and to transform

You sweep the branches of my brain

And make my will and thoughts insane

 

Messengers, oh messengers – why are you so severe

You act as if I would enjoy your gifts of pain and fear

 

You swoop down like a bird of prey

You grab my soul in its dismay

You feast upon its grainy mesh

As if it was some juicy flesh 


Messengers, oh messengers – you occupy my land

And claim your stake yet do not name your Master of Command

 

And then you force me into a scheme

                         That’s wilder as my wildest dream

And make me play a freakish role

That does not fit within my soul

 

Messengers, oh messengers – you are too strong for me

I hate the message that you bring, and yet I cannot flee

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