Wings

I’ve been here before.

The smells and sounds are so familiar.

Yesterdays terror lingering in today’s mirror.

A garden of thorns over took the Garden of Eden.

The presence of evil has diminished my vision.

Hold me tight and don’t let go, guide me out of this hell I know.

The light is going, but you’re still near.

Please use your wings to get me out of here.

 

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