Dreaming

Something I wrote long ago.

As I close my eyes I dream of heaven where color doesn't matter.  

Where laws don't exist and there is happiness ever after.

Although this place I cannot find I have continued to search.

Living here as a lost humble soul confused and trapped on Earth.

This isn't my home though I dwell under the calm blue sky.

There was a time when I wished I would die, feeling tears run from my eyes.

Seeking  a reason to live due to the thought I may be suicidal.

My mind is pitch black, and my soul has become idle.

The unseen God knows me , only the Watchers shall play the judge;

Though I'm scrutinized daily by demons and even us....

My own kind confused by money and material.

Everything that we love is attached with numbers serial.

Yet who could know how much of a change a word could make, 

I labor daily in this garden occupied by snakes.

I see demons and devils while so-called Christians evade the ghetto

so where could I go when evil is all that I am showed...

In this Dream.

Author's Note

Do you think that this makes one think?