I wrestle with an angel
My head upon a stone
A stairway leads to heaven
But I am all alone
In the night and darkness
I hear the demons moan
Music without harmony
Color without tone
A scream shatters the stillness
The agony of soul
Life comes face to face with death
It makes the blood run cold
Life stands there before the grave
Where fragments of the whole
Lie scattered in the darkness
Beside a broken mold
No passion and no power
Someone calls my name
The stench of death is mine
All my guilt and shame
Captured on a canvas
I step outside the frame
When into the realm of death
Comes the living flame
©Stan Sanford 2012
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