Chosen One

Black cloud lifting I've just begun 

Sifting through the wreckage for your chosen one 

The centre of the storm  

Subsides 

The sun the moon the stars and I 

Are somehow perfectly aligned. 

I keep waiting for a sign 

For fate to dictate 

To feel alive  

Erasure of self

Without any help 

Pennies tossed down a wishing well 

Each one with a shot gun shell 

Echoed like a warning bell 

I never existed on your mouth ; your kiss 

Never touched you with my fingertips 

Letting go of the hold on this 

Rewinding time til you don't exist 

Tear streaked pleas without logic or reason 

Prayed to a God I never believed in  

The sins of the father begin with his son 

White water grew hotter , I came undone 

Black cloud lifting  

for the burn of the sun 

Sift through the wreckage for your chosen one  

-Poetic Angel