Watching over you

It was my lowest point.
I didn’t even care anymore.

I was crawling in a gutter.
Drawn somehow down Sussex.

I’d stand and immediately fall.
Stumbling in and out of the road.

I dragged myself onto the square.
Head spinning and throbbing.

Everything was fading to black.
Enveloping me in a fog.

I lay there in the cool air.
And rising from the fog was Gabriel.

I wondered why he was there.
A voice came singing to my ears.

Iam here, son.
Watching over you.

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A response to an amazing photo by the same name.


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  • kimangeline
    kimangelineover 4 years ago

    oh …..
    that’s beautiful!!!!!!!
    well written!! i could feel the emotion…sigh..

  • Thank you!

    – 8upchef

  • kimangeline
    kimangelineover 4 years ago

    can i link that to the pic???

  • I’d be honored!

    – 8upchef

  • kimangeline
    kimangelineover 4 years ago

    done!! thank you!!!

  • Trenchtownrock
    Trenchtownrockover 4 years ago

    Wonderful writing.

  • hsien-ku
    hsien-kuover 4 years ago

    that knocked all the air out of my lungs…
    to be watched over by gabriel, even when we have fallen so far – an affirmation of hope. beautiful

  • Thank you! That means alot when coming from someone as creative and talented as you.

    – 8upchef

  • Hathor
    Hathorover 4 years ago

    this is amazing; both in truth and poetry. I had an experience like that once, I shall never be the same. beautiful.

  • Thanks, and I hope that memory has become a fond one for you!

    – 8upchef

  • jimenace
    jimenaceover 4 years ago

    This rings very true for me as well – thank you for sharing this, peece! DJ

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