Past

• Mary Hadjiangeli
• Poetry
• 2010

I wonder through streets with a uous face,
Raging hell fires surround this place,
Demons confront me with torments and lies,
Angels will find me and guide me through heavens eyes,
Through blazing fires surface an unbearable past,
But angels remind me these memories have cast,
What used to be solace, now replaced by faith
My path lies ahead, a new life in wait.