10/07/2009

Exorcised

My chalice trembles at night
As the chink of ice resonates
Around my arid mind
Immersed in babble

Conflict of being
Surrounded by the chimes,
wretched words wake me
from my stumble, my Lord

Reds invade the blue hues
Acid rain cleanses
Partisan warriors
The suits and all who dine

Unrepentant, reaping
Revenge, the hand of God
Echoes of Ezekiel.

© 2009 Michaela James.

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