Just Angels Poem by david gerardino

Just Angels



BETWEEN sleep and waking up,
i felt the demon playing in my
skin.

THEN the angels picked me up,
and i felt the manic laughter
begine to fade, and me win.

BETWEEN sleep and waking up,
i smelled something burning,
maybe copper, or rust.

and then the angels picked
me up, and i felt the manic
laughter begine to fade, fade
into dust, still i was afraid,

so i prayed my way out, but
the next day,,,,

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