A Dark Angel

A Dark Angel
is calling out,
promising escape
from fear and doubt.

He knows I’m bad
and so do I.
He wants my soul
when I die.

A fair exchange
it seems to me
if he can end
my misery.

A angel of light
has just appeared
warning me that
evil's near.

And it’s not too late
to change my ways
and I could still see
much better days.

Actions in mind and body
is all it takes
to move on
from past mistakes.

Thoughts and considerations
are swirling around.
But a final decision
can’t be found.

Flashing images
torment my mind
is there life after death
of any kind?

Good or evil
now or in the end?
Who do I believe
to be a foe or friend?

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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