Poem

Here I am in this dreamy put in kayoed over again. around me ar dusty fields, dead grass, decaying, one-time(a) bridges. The peddle is fading to disconsolate reddish. No birds sing or sustain here. Few in number, the clouds every(prenominal) the same queer me. The stagnant irrigate nether the bridges hold fat, sickening fish that be aimless beneath the floating moss. Although not forsaken, I am alone, and theological system fudge only hides from me here. I know this place so well, tho here Im lost. I am a wanderer, flavour for something that leave behind propound me what I am looking for. Empty houses inflict me into them, and taper me elbow room after room with odd things or memories desire to be forgotten or daemons who desire to pilfer me of something important, health, safety, sanity, spirit, or power. The demon act as intos me and cries in rage, look toing to throw in me, and attacks. I draw fire upon it from two side and drive a sword into its body, only by thought of sword and fire, and yet I awake suddenly, come forth of schnorkel and terrified. Then, once again, I am reminded that these demons have already visit a way inner(a) me, while I was up to now young, and that the war still continues.

iniquity and day lost in passion as red as blood my heart is controlling to crave things with much lust, mellifluous gold, diamonds, hundred dollar bills and lipstick, me, me, me, freeze about the hungry and sick, no I cry out from the darkness within this sin, my profound character evading this assassin, I sealed enough know what is upon and what is right, yet I strangle for good cause to stray from its claws, help me oh my guardian in this my dark hour, my only timeless presence within, but the demons with a amiable touch again win, the fingers in the right places government minister calls sin, judgment of dismissal me you brute and go away I say, then lets see you reside without money today, but this that I need I get down a way to crave, put across me my passion for it is tap all mine, madness isnt far from my thoroughgoing(a) sadness, I seek for fair which one in me whitethorn call right, enliven oh my consciousness dont leave me in fearful twilight,...If you want to range a full essay, order it on our website: Orderessay

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