Fallen Into Life

A poem collaboration with Redink524: http://www.writerscafe.org/Redink524

A predictable ending, the enemy has won.

My mirrored reflection, gripping the gun.

Friend or foe, an interesting pair.

Conveys lies to shelter my lack of care.

A beast of wicked misadventures reign.

Mock the puppet thought insane.

Strings of confinement, limited trust.

Airstream turning my image to dust.

Hypnotic illusions, standstill to leap.

Carried away in a flightless pattern steep.

 

Wanting to fall, death is teasing.

Wanting to jump, it's slightly pleasing.

If I jump and fall with my tears,

will I escape those painful years?

Is God watching, can he see?

If I jump, will he catch me?

Just one step to escape it.

Just one breath to end it.

My body is screaming and reaching,

but my soul is crying and preaching.

Am I strong enough to make a choice?

Or am I just weak like my unheard voice?

 

Sliding deeper into a sinister Hell.

Falling slowly, unmasking my shell.

This feeling is new, one I’d never select.

My past has faded, no need to reflect.

Hidden tears burning, screaming to let go.

If I were to give in, who would know?

There is no elation at the end of this break.

My life is not desired, it’s yours to take.

Undoubtedly the impact will lessen the pain.

When death arrives, I have nothing to gain.

Am I willing and able to throw this away?

Do I suffer and wait for my eternal decay?

 

I look down at the city below,
watching my falling tears glow.
Death is pulling at me with gravity.
Demons are taunting me with insanity.
Sadness is weakening my body
and memories make me hate everybody.
Maybe they will all enjoy watching me fall.
Maybe they will all laugh, shout, and call.
It seems everyone and everything wants me to die.
I guess it doesn’t matter if I suffer, scream, or cry.
Is there not one person who sees me with a kind eye?
Is there not a soul who will allow me to fly?

 

On the edge of a dream,

my life tearing at the seam.

A fine line separates me from death,

as I close my eyes, taking in my final breath.

Letting myself fall, a lifeless empty thought.

Standing closer, a gentle touch. I am caught.

Only seconds pass as I hang in the air.
By body is shaking and tensed from the scare.
But the weight inside me falls to the ground.
I feel every pound in my chest slip away without sound.
The hand holding me pulls me back onto the roof’s concrete,
and gently lowers me back onto my feet.

 

I turn and a see an angel standing before me.
My eyes widen as I stare at her beauty.
She has large white wings like a dove,
and a smiling white face glowing with love.
She then speaks and her voice echoes into my ears.
I feel her light penetrate my skin and dry my tears.
“There comes a time when we all experience pain in our lives.
When we lose hope and don’t see a way for us to survive.
So often do we find ourselves sitting in the chair of sorrow.
Without enough tissues for the tears as we fear tomorrow.”

The angel steps closer to me as I listen.
I look into her perfect eyes, I watch as they glisten.
My body is still shaking, my mind still races behind my face.
She wraps her arms and wings around me in a loving embrace.
“So often we feel alone, like nobody is there to listen or care.
But how are we to know that nobody is truly there?

You have a family that loves you,

even if you don’t see it as true.

You have a life you haven’t yet seen,

and a second chance to wipe the slate clean.

There are others, others you can save.

Like you, they’re only steps away from an early grave.”

 

How can I protect a life I’ll never know?

How do I save them, if my own light doesn’t glow?

“If you choose life, you’re strong and you’re free.

Your light isn’t absent, that I can see.

Your heart is gentle, you have what it takes.

You have a spirit about you, one that never breaks.

Offer a hand, and do as I do.

I’m gifting back the life that’s been taken from you.

Life isn’t guaranteed and shouldn’t be abused.”

Now it’s my chance to mend another heart that is bruised.

With a smile, the angel fades from my sight.

Giving my life a purpose, starting over in a new light.

Author's Note

I wrote this with Redink524. [[ http://www.writerscafe.org/Redink524 ]]

"He who has a why to live can bear almost any how." - Friedrich Nietzsche

His lines are red, mine are grey. Enjoy!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful tale in this poem. You both did a excellent job making the desire of disappointment turn into some hunger for life and chance. The description was very strong and I like the positive ending. Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[twylight999777]

This is amazing. It flows very well, exspecially considering that both of you wrote it. The story here is beautiful and the imagary is clear. It is a great poem and could easily help many people. :)

[paradise]

I love this poem :D Iread it b4 on quizilla

[Dearantlers]

Really good. You two write very well together, and I'd like to see more poems with the two of you! It's a new way, and I like it~

[Fragilebrokendreams]

Wow this is epic, its just a great piece with awsome power to it. I love this, freakin amazing :D

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A tremendous collaboration! Bravo!

[Alicia Hirshey]

I'm speechless. I loved this.

[Matty]

I enjoyed your poem, it was a lovely transformation. I was nervous at first because there are so many sad unhappy poets that post there despair online but I was grandly delighted to see a poem that doesn't revel in the dark much rather it comes into light and has a break through.

[Scars and Souvenirs]

I love it!

[Magic plus the mayhem.]

WOW! I freaking love this. I can see an feel everything this person is feeling. Great powerful, an well writen pome! :D