Black and white Polaroid
Cracked and yellowed hazy soft
Almost saintly images float
A past that reflects tunnel vision
Hells gate only hope for salvation
Only hope for a warm way out
A stepping off cutting it short train track
Silver bullet high dive from New York’s most revered
Deep and dark the pain of this life
The joy of this life mixed bag
And there are times when there’s little seen or felt
Moving the pendulum from total destruction
To the creation of faith hope compassion
Love stained with the blood from snipped angel’s wings
Trickle down a flow of distortion that
Seeps into the day to day
Seeps into the day to day
I am a wound soul.

©2019 TrilbyYates