Poems from Maca14

I Sit
  I sit.I wait.I wait for my seraphim to save me.Save me from this. Pull me out.I become stranded.Even in my own state of mind.Betrayal....
Rise
  The once white rose has withered. Stomped on. Crushed. Bruised.Left with no sunlight..The spirit leaves the body and destroys the mind. ...