POEMS Storyteller

The real me

Sleep is my escape, my temporary salvation

For being awake is my state of conscious death

I am at the gates of heaven without a key

No St Peter to welcome me, no bible, no testimony

Wake me up when the world is dark

I refuse to see what it has to offer

Here in this sleep is where I am closest to death

Closer to heaven, closer to the hell

This is my purgatory, the place where my spirit struggles

This is where my fears engulfs my soul

For I am not afraid of man nor his systems

Nor am I afraid of his religion

By Bombastic Nation

Me name is Anderson A Charles. I am a writer story teller and Podcaster, the original Steve urkel, yes I did that. Also played basketball in college ( that's because I am seven feet tall.

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