My Angel

You taught me my very first steps..

Held my hand and caught me when I fell..

 You were my hope,my inspiration…

The face that love took in my life..

 

In your arms I felt the world was mine..

And I was the reigning queen..

 

In your smile I saw mine resonate..

Your face beheld my universe..

 

With you around I took my leap of faith..

Cause faith required no effort ..

Happiness was mine and that was all you let me know..

 

But then death cast its bloody hand..

And all that shattered in a split second..

Like a distant reverie..

And you couldn’t keep out  the truth and bitterness anymore..

You made living beautiful..

But now the sham stands exposed..

Reviews

[kyrie]

This is the dance with the King....but when death strikes... Everything stops. The deepest question is whether or not we will be able to dance again. The carefree voice turns into fear, wondering at how this could all have been a lie. You end off with that--nothing more or less. I think it shows the depth of betrayal in a new way. Well done :)

[OT]

I like the depth of this one - it lets us ponder the words - lots of different images and messages here - is it a parent? a loved one? so many different interpretations which of course in my opinion makes for a great poem!! trusting in a loved one and then death cruelly taking them away - who will catch you now? nice work!!!

[Akshat♥]

These things are so wonderful when it happens to anybody...
but when something miserable or bad happens ..it takes the happiness away..
but the good times are never finished...you get another chance,,,
nice poem...but you must read it twice:)

[Sydney Evans]

So nicely written.

You made living beautiful.
But now the sham stands exposed.


Beautiful.

[reminder]

Wow, raw and real. I like unfolding story in the poem. You have beautiful word choice. Bravo!

I get the idea of what you are trying to say but I would say that compared to your other writes , this one has lesser clarity . That does not mean that the write is inferior in any sense , it only means that a reader will have to ponder and maybe reread parts of it to get the full meaning and that is one thing in prose poems that sometimes turns readers off .
But then again , I read this .... thrice ... and I like it , good job .