My baby girl…: A poem 

You know how we began, just like that 

in a universe that roared in unison 

We were only too starry-eyed, but repose 

was not guaranteed even with sacrifice 

I never put any locks on my door for you 

But we were torn apart so that we uphold the fire of truth 

that evil should not be leveraged by virtue of our helpless but meaningful separation 

I am wary that our unity would be vulnerable to evil’s desperation 

I will always assure you that I love you the most in the entire universe 

But we could have to face seclusion by an evil ghost’s works 

I think I’ve had too much humble patience to self-destruction 

But I know I can forge my own timely resurrection 

Believe me, if this road gets any narrower now, it could cause me suffocation  

But I am always going to persist that I don’t want what I don’t want 

Why do my convictions always have a backlash due to treachery, and defeats my soulfelt haunts 

I know my allies, but how, when I am blindfolded, can I be wise? 

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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