HellCat fuengaged to Wishful Wednesday's blog: "text"

I stand at the threshold
of the Devil's doorway.

The wind
from a pair of tiny
flapping wings
could push me
in either

direction.

I stand in awe
of God's creation.

His light illuminates
a path
His stars shine down
upon us
His wrath

is coming.

Coming
For
Me.

I am an outcast
of love
it has alienated me
in all its glory
and good intentions.

It has taken advantage
of my
mind

and soul.

The Devil is in
the details.

Love lingers
in the details
the forgotten cracks
and crevices
the unexplored regions
of hate.
Opposite sides of the same

Blade.

Do alleged murderers
locked up in their iron cages
feel the tugging in their
gut
when they think about
the one
who got
away?

In a world of domes
where is
a cube supposed
to find acceptance?

follow the tinkling
of glass on glass
music on the heart
screams against metal walls
of whats trapped
inside of you.

There you find
the only one
who truly

accepts.

For all the acceptance
gained
you must live with
all the foul play
and all the lies
The cruelty
the hate
the love lost
and paradise

never found.