Bewitched Healer 1 of 8

Can’t go back where I came from
Existing spirits governing the birth place
Got freed on a day I escaped
Those in charge of the spirits,
Lost track on a day
Bright burning beams hit a bird
Flapping poor beautiful wings in rain
Soon after storms seized.
Bright burning beams, together with rain
Reigned over a land, painfully born to
A single living was born,
On each day
Birth of more than one
Caused torment unto the land
Specifics were blurry, of what had to be born
Human or non-human, it had to be one
A number known throughout the land.
One ball, raised high in falling skies
Giving off daily bright burning beams
Destined to destroy the land,
And its belongings
Members of the land, thought were chosen
Chanting out rhymes of praise
Scorned through laughs of sadness
Filled with tears
Gathered in destroyed creatures’ shells,
Obtained from far lands
Of foreign unwelcomed intruders
Who constantly snatched beauties
Never belonging to them

Snatched from Orgasmic Sinister, available in electronic and audio formats across various stores and libraries. All Rights Reserved

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Jessica says:

    The poetry made me see a scene from hell. The chaos was painful to watch.

    Liked by 3 people

    1. Joseph says:

      Times when reality gets one off guard, the struggle takes a turn, but we need to keep going. Great interpretation.

      Liked by 2 people

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