Touched By An Angel? ? Poem by Stewie Johnson

Hot anger bleeds,
Dread fills my heart,
Tears of blood rage forth,
Dire pain breathes as free as my passing air,

Lost beast in a world on confusion,
Searching…
A cul de sac of soul searching,
A riddle of lies and deceit,

Trust sleeps as I draw close,
Quiet but deadly,
Feet ache from the path,
A luminous sky,

Straight road, red roses wilt,
Falling petals surround me,
There is no sound,
Sent here by my soul,

Progression from the past,
A light in the distance, so faint, but attractive,
My feet have eyes; they see it better than me,
Moving towards it, free will taking a holiday,

I scream,
There is no sound,
Trying to turn, I look back; receive a sharp pain the stomach,
The light explodes

A man with a smile from hell itself,
A sword through my chest,
My last gasp,
A whisper, a laugh

He sees my eyes and waits,
A blink, he goes,
Daylight returns,
The pain replaced by nothing,

I feel nothing
The petal in my hand shades grey,
I hear the laugh, faint, ghostly,
My anger, pain, gone in a whisper,