I'm A beautiful soul destroyed by many.

Rumor is I'm the worst human being on this earth.

Verbally, emotionally and mentally thrown into a pitch black, sorrowful bottomless space of self loath.

Rightfully in stages of grievance.

No longitude or altitude.

Off the grid.

The unzoned pitiful pit of disheartening pity.

Endless anguish.

My eyes can't adjust to my surroundings.

Blinding my physical sense of sight.

Life wants me as it's prey.

The bookkeeper of past lives.

I'm a lioness.

I know.

Ferocious with diligence.

I feel strong winds forcefully moving in all directions and speeds that travel faster than light.

Holding me still by a tunnel of gravitational wayward winds.

I have to rely on faith and the power of the universe to remain on a steady spin cycle.

Headstrong.

I know there's a better place than here.

My whole center-being is like sinking sand.

One wrong move by breathing in the slightest inhalation of polluted, corroded air will have me pulled down into the dungeons of the underworld of human sacrifices.

Blood thirsty heathens.

Howling, flailing after me, scratching and digging deeper with every slight contact of my pure and untainted soft skin.

God holds the key to lock the deadbolted chains and leashes of evil surrounding me.

He hears my cry for help and sees my distress.

Right now this is a portion of outwardly induced suicidal ideations that is too much on my plate.

I can't bear to inwardly digest this torturous bullying.

The hate of the world is caged in under his strong hand and reigns.

While the foul aroma of burnt skin leaks through the bars making me nauseated.

Gagging.

My mind enraged.

My tongue; A weapon.

However, unspoken words are kept quiet with intended peace.

To explain silence is that of a fool.

The unvoiced words are hearable and clear to a wise and keen ear.

Insightfulness is yelling at a high pitched frequency and universal tone.

Diverting an emergency alert.

Revenge against the insane and cruel opportunists is giving me the same title of indifference, ignorance and willing departure from the free world.

The spiritual world.

Angels exist there.

Temptation of everyday, habitual cecular ways creep into my devious thoughts.

Surpassing the intuitive wisdom of my better self.

Thoughts of how I can project my most sustainable fears at the frightening, demeaning source of the horrific presence of Lucifer himself.

Staring into a funny mirror.

Scaring himself to hell.

The landing of his disobedient dark angelic fall.

Clipped wings.

God holds the key to lock the leash of all and any evil surrounding me.

Archangel St. Micheal's hedge of protection veils me.

It keeps me from the enemy and all that is demonic.

Untraceable in the realm of the Holy spirit.

I'm a tortured princess of an almighty king in a disastered state of confusion.

Hell's tyrant menices lurking at my emotional triggers ready to set them off with a "BANG"!

A strange and eerie place of inner self perception.

Unprecedented theory.

Ready to let loose with vengeance because of the heavy pain weighing on my psyche that many deranged and terrible people inflicted upon me.

But what would that make me?

Powerless.

Can I ignore the loudness of the quietest whispers taunting my beloved existence?

Making a mockery of my need and want for self love and respect.

No response is destruction of the enemy in his entirety.

There's no battle to be won against silence.

Only hopes for a God like heroic strength to yield off the world of famine.

And an open heart with an ear that listens.

Begging, "Don't let go".


Written by:

Amy Jo Koontz




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