The Woman Of God

It was the sound of sex

Sure it was

He remembered it from a far distant past

He passed her in the corridor sometimes

She would be good at it, he thought

Though it did confuse him the next night

She was dressed as a nun

Halloween she laughed

Time sure had passed him by

There was a time he thought

But that seemed a far distant past

He slightly remembered the sound of gunfire 

The darkness till the bandages were removed

Life had been cruel going on from that day

He was never bitter though

Survivors had no right to be bitter

He knew his time was coming

His body told him so 

In a way he was relieved

It was in the early hours he started to wander

He watched her coming towards him

A woman of god

It felt good as she spoke to him

Taking his pain

Delivering him into a new world

He died that way

A man finally at peace.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know Paul. Some angels can be the devil pawn. I liked how you set-up this tale. Thank you for sharing the entertaining poetry.
Coyote

[Paul Bell]

I suppose you get the angel you deserve. Hopefully mine won't be an ex. lol

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree on that one, the ex would be bad company. Hello Paul. I hope you doing well and staying safe.

[Paul Bell]

Same to yourself. Is the site slowing down, having problems, I seem to be getting logged out a lot.

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't think so. Lately, no problems. Sometimes the site closes down to update.

[The dark Hydra]

*gag* ill show you ten characters you stupid b***h computer thing g telling what to f*****g do (please enter more then 10 characters) shove it and suck a c**k, *breaths* anyway more gag