Friday, January 17, 2014

The Possessed



the loban smoke
keeps the evil
spirits at bay
souls made
of paper
feet made
of clay
moments
deprived
of sanity
held within
a prayer
gasping
for those
lost good
times all
gone away
as their
frail bodies
sway
whipping
hair fighting
the moving
air ..the holy
saint of mahim
holistically heals
with him their
restless angst
they share
he touches
he cares
beauty
that was
once lovely
fair now
gnarled
sorrow
says
dangerous
beware
a living
nightmare
eyes
hollow
lamp lights
that furtively
shine and scare

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