PATRICIA A. MANIACI

The Trap

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I was never expected to make it out,

they dug a big, wide hole as a trap for clout.

I went outside one day and fell in.

I heard all their friends gathering for the shoveling to begin.

One by one they arrived as I grew more frantic,

at the bottom of this hole in a full on panic.

I heard a small voice speak to me it said,

“Be still & know I am God, you won’t end up dead.”

As the dirt began falling like rain from the sky,

They were laughing asking,

“Aren’t you gonna cry?”

I stood up on my feet pushing dirt to one side,

when they realized they dug the hole too wide.

I used all the dirt to create a staircase & soon was looking them all in the face.

I asked, “What do you think your doing and why? This is real life it’s not Lord Of The Flys! If you can’t be civil I will sure use my vision to mentally lock you all in prison. The gift God gave me is truly the best! Anything I visualize, I manifest!”

PAM

Working on my poetry skills don’t mind me you guys.

PAM


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