Another mindless Christ, preaching endless syllables of nothingness.
Whose soul does he think he can save with words that have no meaning?
There are no signs, no road to redemption.
Let me start my life over without the broken pieces behind me.
Let the ocean swallow my useless life.
My life did not flash before me.
All I could see, the full moon above dancing fingers of light through water.
That pub sign I passed, The Green Wizards Hat swung in front of my eyes
Misshapen, like the crazy mirrors at the carnival.
My air seems seemed endless, I should be drowning by now
no more than a body to be found on some shore by a passing stranger.
Others gather, looking down, voices…
“How sad, she is so young, what drove her to this?”
Among the crowd, someone stepped forward to close my eyes.
He could not hear me screaming, “Please don’t. Let me see the wizard in the green hat.”
My eyes closed, my hearing gone, how will I know what he had to say to me?
I awake in hospital, had he closed my eyes too soon, thinking me dead?
Did some strange pub sign save me?
Flowers by my bedside, a card, a small green wizard hat in the corner.
Inside I read, “Now you can start your life over…”
There was no signature.
Did an ancient wizard step through time?