Yet a Thousand Angels Weep

A poem about personal pain.

I write for you, never for myself

To vanquish the terrors that so easily grip at you

Desiring to free you from your tethers

Yet a thousand angels weep

We copulate passionately

Reconfiguring molecules to create one finite being

To live and move and breath collectively singularly 

Yet ten thousand angels mourn

You die for me, selflessly

Urging me to be the voice the people need

Haunting me in every key pressed

Yet one hundred thousand angels wail

WAIL with the passion of the ones shriveled in pain

MOURN with the vigor of those who have been driven back to the alleys

WEEP with the intensity of any forced to relive their sins

Yet no longer watch from afar

I fall to my knees in darkened alleys

Seeking only to find relief from the memories

Attempting to remember the details of your face

Yet an angel watches

We climax simultaneously

Destroying the remnants of my pride

The breath and movement and life beaten from me

Yet ten angels observe

I stand here awaiting death, selfishly

Longing to greet the river-master

Absolving the world for not hearing 

Yet no angel sess

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

A selfless love..deep and true..x

[5minutesofcrazy]

Thanks!

[Sunflower]

this is really well written. i like how i can feel the pain this person is going through. very nice poem