Dear Moon

The Promised Land

The voices.
The nightmares.
Twisted, deranged.
What is real?
What is not?
No longer can she differentiate,
Nor tame.
Sun sets.
Moon rises.
Her demons harasses.
Calling for help.
Seeking for peace.
By her bed, she kneels.
"In the name of the Father,
And of the Son,
And of the Holy Spirit,"
She prayed,
"Forgive me oh Father,
For the sin I must commit.
I must go back home,
To the Promised Land of peace,
That awaits for me.
Amen."