Poem: Messengers
Angels use them, demons too
They lift you up, and they subdue
They steer and rule your inner mind
They make you see and make you blind
Messengers, oh messengers – why are you so sincere
You act as if the way you speak has never been unclear
DOWN
You rush in like a mighty storm
You like to twist and to transform
You sweep the branches of my brain
And make my will and thoughts insane
Messengers, oh messengers – why are you so severe
You act as if I would enjoy your gifts of pain and fear
You swoop down like a bird of prey
You grab my soul in its dismay
You feast upon its grainy mesh
As if it was some juicy flesh
Messengers, oh messengers – you occupy my land
And claim your stake yet do not name your Master of Command
And then you force me into a scheme
That’s wilder as my wildest dream
And make me play a freakish role
That does not fit within my soul
Messengers, oh messengers – you are too strong for me
I hate the message that you bring, and yet I cannot flee