Room To Run
I lay on the ground with my hands over the edge...
I have felt the flames of hell kiss the back of my head...
My lips face the sky where my kisses struggle to reach...
My limbs are stretched and pulled apart for the devils feast...
There is a glow of light inches from my fingertips as I crawl...
And then whispered words of peace craddle my upcoming fall...
I'm now back on my feet and held up by faith and wisdom...
But always caught in between the two with little room to run...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011
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