Closer they came;

One turned into ten, which suddenly became fifty

Teasing and mocking, slowly eroding;  stripping his mind

Apocalyptic evolution, played out over time

Too many now emerging, to fight

Run now he must; In search of his light

A friend from his youth, it shone as he grew

Those days long gone, when his soother was blue

Fading for years, darkness took hold

Making him doubt, reckless, and bold

Losing his way, blinded by demons

Innocence lost, and the devil, to pay

All that was good and all that was clear

Tainted by filth, surrendered to fear

Parasites chewed, deep into his brain

Swallowing logic, while planting a grain

The seed inside him, a poisoned vine

Grew strong with the help of, whiskey and wine

Survive though he did, with a blessing of grace

She waits for him, loyally

To remember his place.

His soul now aware of demonic intruders

He runs to his light, pleading for union

To join him in battle, and free him once more

Grace, smiles; with arms open

As she open the door.

©paul

 

 

 

 

 

 

4 thoughts on “Return

  1. That person who holds the door open for you, no matter what they see chasing you?

    That person is one to cherish.

    They’re probably also great to have around to shut the lights off in the living room late at night.

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