The bedlam on me, I weep notes of despair
They were broken pieces of my sacredness
thrumming the harp upon my soul of madness
My heart strings out of tune with the other beings
sang a melody of melancholy and insanity
visions blur, and I ache with regret
building my delusions one by one
climbing the music into the heavens
refusing to descend
A choir of angels joins me
And my heart they did defend
my weathered sadness their hearts rend
with tearful maladies and much chagrin
My thoughts found their way home
My soul delivered from limbo
where it hid
Sanctuary is found in angelic sounds
Every night, I enter the heavens
And on my harp do play
With the heavenly choir








Oh my, such amazing words. They’re melodic.
The image you chose fits perfectly.
thank you graciously lovely Patricia for a beautiful comment 💕
Passionately penned, Brenda. A very powerful read my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian for the love on this write 💕
Beautiful as always, Brenda. Angelic and heavenly.
thank you graciously dearest Daniel I appreciate you 💕