Earth AngelsA Poem by Blake Q HatfieldSometimes friends are truly Angels that give you hope for another day
the ceiling is lower and lower
of things I can deal with the world is spinning at a rate too fast sometimes i wonder if i can go, i can't go on shaded days even with the brightest of suns trying to figure out if i'm the only one who hurts figuring out if there is a remedy for my malady i pray that somehow, some way this life will turn to me the rope is short tied to my whit's end it's being pulled further away i feel like the end is coming over me like a crashing wave but something always bring me back to something better and when i reach out in pain you lift me up, you tell me your name you speak as if you are a saint from up high and for reason i never question why you care the visions in your head are quite contrary but you assure me that they can be reality what did i ever do to deserve someone like you and you just close my eyes, whisper to me "everything will be alright" eye shut, but mind still on, i drift into a dream before it was morbid, but with your though it is color, it is real i can feel the heart in chest beat again i can feel the power coming from your soul my dear friend as i awake into this cruel world feeling warmer but slowly losing my heat i am tired but grateful for you who lifted my soul when i was down i thought that the world was done for me but you eyes said differently the smile shined from your soul as your embrace gave all i needed to know i cannot pretend that i will only see the forest instead of the weeping willow tree but i can look back now, i can feel the pull of life, i can breathe a little easier you angel from the silent prayers in my head, you have become real and you have saved your kindness and comfort have given me a reason to go on and hope for better days © 2010 Blake Q Hatfield |
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Added on July 19, 2010 Last Updated on July 19, 2010 AuthorBlake Q HatfieldPhiladelphia, PAAboutI began writing back in '94 and I've been in love with it ever since. Music has a big influence on how I write, and what topics I choose to write about. I like to write a clever piece every now and th.. more..Writing
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