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.
A response to an amazing photo by the same name.