My dream last night
Left me feeling
Like there wasn’t much left of me
I thought to myself
“I’m way to old to die this young”
So I put on my old shoes
And followed a voice that said
“Run away with me
To Mother Mountain”
I knew that it wasn’t long
Before I’d be shaking hands
With the Holy Ghost
I knew the time had come
To listen to ballads and blues
Suddenly I felt a cold hand take mine
I knew immediately that it was her
The Devil had returned
She said,
“Rock with me
And we’ll listen to the echoes of the dark.
You’ve had good days and bad
And it’s time to let me hold you.
I’ll be your midnight lover,
I have seen under your scars,
So come with me to the wrong side of Heaven.”
I woke up then
Wondering what my choice would be
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved
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Thank you Chuck 😉
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You can’t trust her… I think you know your choice. Great writing Walt!
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Time will tell, he he he! Can she trust me?? Remember who’s writing this 😇
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😂🤣
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😇
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Interesting take. You could be right my friend. 😊❤
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That was quite the dream. Love the poem.
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Thank you! Have yo read my previous posts about the devil’s challenges?
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A choice which should be easy enough.
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For the character perhaps, but for the writer? 😉
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Maybe the writer wants to experience the other side as well.
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A good possibility 😊
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