Possession Poem by Melissa Hurst

Crickets outside my window
disturb my sleep yet again!
The howling of my soul
is yet to subside as well.

Mother and Father have died.
The allure of drink has yet
to bandage these wounds.
O yes, Father!
Blessed are those who mourn!

For they shall be comforted?
Where is my pacification?
I seek my gratification from
greater powers.
Greater than yours, Yahweh!

The snake has come forth
and settled.
Two sides are fighting within.
Something that seems not to be me
and another who paganizes me.

O Lord, tis a heaviness in my breast.
My soul is chained by vicious captors.
I curse their names.
I curse my Lord as well.
Curse you all!

A deep despondency
has taken over
my body's democracy.
Tis all control
and a sick trick they
continue to spawn!

Cast them away!
Legion, leave me be!