You knock on my door: A poem 

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I have buried the coffins of despair 

Hope is in the air 

even in the curls of my hair 

There is no failure for dignity 

The beauty of purity 

is in the vicinity 

The sounds of guns are not dead 

but the lead 

no longer falls in our beds 

We have a choir of angels 

and fortune’s bells 

for valour never sells 

I do not fear any more 

I have a foundry behind my store 

I hear you knock on my door 

Blood and sweat never go on all fours  

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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