Of Fatalism

My flowers had not yet even bloomed, But evil demons gaped at me, Lust making their eyes sparkle And saliva drooling from their lips, Hungry, For the shade that my garden Could give to their scorching skin Their thirst pushed me towards an abyss Falling into which I stopped living, Existing as a mere puppet would, Needing only my food and my sleep to sustain myself! But the abyss loved me To such an extent That it rejected me back to the surface And morphed into a man With eyes so deep That gazing into them while he cured me, I felt like I was floating in the abyss itself! Cured, I was taught to fly And while flying, The skies whispered to me Of those same words that they had spoken to us Eons ago, but, which evil demons would only Care to pretend to laugh about, for, Being what they are implies Being protected, at all levels, physically and spiritually! But the bells of time shall ring The dues will have to be paid Since I never wished for this experience with death, I had been pushed into it! And when those bells shall ring, My poetry shall heal the world over, And I shall swim in the cool waters of the abyss, There where I felt like I was its ruling queen! 13th August 2022 For Contest This or That, Vol 13 Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh