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 DOWN 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 cl...