Was this truly my guardian angel? The Foureyed Poet.
A soft voice spoke and a gentle hand pulled me back
as I felt my body falling in front of the train
confused and depressed screaming inside with rage
this act of mercy did not feel so at that point
life had become too much of a burden to exist
every fibre of my being then was totally pissed!
Drinking heavily and on drugs I saw my saviour
a tall figure that was just a blurred image
no kind words of thanks from my vile mouth
as the one aim was to finish my existence
darkness came then in a bright light I arose
a calm I had never known and angelic repose!
Sitting up in large clean bed no anger or any dread
the liberator was near to assure me I was not dead
my heart beat rapidly yet the thoughts were clear
this was my guardian angel who would stay here!
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