Depressed and unresponsive
utterly despondent, he lay dying -
too young to ever love a girl for real.
Transparently, his anger bled him dry.
I wondered how it was
he’d never been allowed
to rage at God at all, e’en then.
Fear to rage - repressed into
a sickness of this modern day and age.
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John - the cornerstones
so many choose to build their lives upon.
Yet now, this blind belief must prophesy
itself to sleep, to dream again of life -
where images renew themselves, evolving -
seeking to become reborn again...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home...