Something different for Bay Tales this week – our first ever poem. Courtesy of Heleen Kist.
Heaven Sent
I once dreamt of forgiveness
The burden lifted high
Her hand held out in offer
My inner, peaceful sigh
I dreamt that it was granted
Quick aft my deed was done
No time for guilt to settle
No dark thoughts to outrun
The dream was clear and vidid
A visceral event
I knew then that my darling
Was truly heaven sent
Who knows what dreams are made of
If they are true by day
A glimpse of what’s to follow
Or visions tasked to sway
These fruits of my subconscious
I know that they’re not true
They’re just my way of coping
With what I’m going to do
Pretending she’s on board with
The carnage that’s to come
My knife slicing her open
Her bloody guts undone.