Poem written in response to a picture prompt which can be found in this lovely g+ poetry community that I moderate in, feel free to come and read and join our growing community :). POET’s
Please hear now my whispers
as I plead for your assistance.
Give me the strength I
need for resistance.
The devil calls from the
her blind refusal?
or a game?
The devil in her guise,
just wont stop.
I beg you God.
Hear the pleas of my soul
Do not allow revenge my goal.
Do not place me upon that summit,
looking down on all those
I do not know what poison
swims among the unaware
that believes themselves so aware.
Or what blindness curses them so that
they do not care.
But disrespect is painted upon their every word
as they fly, believing they are free as a bird,
peering down from atop the mountain
the cries of a banshee the devil does sing.
Please, do not allow me to climb that range,
do not let the summit bless my soles,
as the devils mist penetrates my soul. God,
I beg you hear my pleas, keep me at
the foot among the humble and the free.
Karen Hayward ©2016