The Salvation Or the Dark Cradle
I have walked a thousand paths alone,
Striving on the trodden path I had gone,
Sights of wreck shiver me.
The sabotage around panic me.
In despair,I recklessly moved,
With an aimless notion ahead.
With bellicose monsters around;
Waiting patiently to prey on me.
I stand on the thinnest line of salvation.
Startled to say my last prayer.
But I happen to shimmer with the glimpse of light,
Fallen through the bizarre shield.
Did the thunder of mercy strike me,
Or am I in deep sleep in the dark cradle?
Copyright © Judith Ao | Year Posted 2021
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