I awoke to an angel crying
I thought, why
Would an angel undying
Be sitting by my bed crying
I reached out to this angel
I touched a thin delicate hand
To ease what must be
Tremendous anguish
I lost my sight, but I saw
I became deaf, but I heard
I was mute, but for one word
Truth
The source of the world’s pain
Is found in each and everyone of us
Lives spent torn between love and hate
Alone
The angel looked in to my eyes
And began to sing
You are not finished yet
And that is too bad
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6 comments:
You described so many things that people would see if they didn't live life with blinders one.
Accolades.
Cheers
Hi
very nice use of imagry in your poem. you've portrayed pain so beautifully and uniquely. Keep your thoughts flowing and wish you luck for all your future aspirations.
and ya thanx for making comments on my page.
Take Care
Neha
Nocturnal - Mind-forged manacles, thnx.
Neha - Finishing is the hard part, getting us just right.
This is beautiful ~
I enjoyed my visit to your blog.
Ich stehe auf solche Sachen
Es kann nicht genug schweinisch sein
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