Feeling in My Bones (a poem)

The feeling in my bones tells me
Apocalyptic nightmares are coming:
Auburn skies and terrible screams
The human race succumbing
To forces of their wicked natures

But why do I fear this so much?
And why have I fallen for these traps?
Why does my mind always go dark?
Why can’t I just relax?

Down South, billboards told me to REPENT
Along the sides of lonely highways and in between
Rancid truck stops that scared me

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A Visit from the Angel (a poem)

The angel visits me.

Shocking sound, vast colors, she’s suffused in light. A messenger, her words deeply stirring. Her face purest yellow, shining,

smiling, brings ease, a luminosity

She says everything
Will be all right,
All’s well, all shall be well,
All manner of things
Shall forever be well,

Like Julian said
Centuries ago

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