Angels and DemonsA Poem by Winters EveI thought I would write when I was going through a difficult time in my life where many choices were having to be made.I’m running and running, reaching, but I can’t seem to move. I
scream and yell, at the top of my lungs but my voice has no room. I stare deep into a vast blue ocean, and jump but I can’t swim. I sink deeper and farther, I can no longer
breathe, what pulled me in?
What caused me to jump into this sea of emotions and feelings? Why
did I dive into a pool where I know there was no leaving or healing? There is more to this story, in the darkness there is something I’m supposed to find. It’s
just I don’t know what it is, and my eyes won’t open, I’m blind.
I finally sink to the bottom, and I’m met by the cold hands of darkness. They
don’t hold me, but pull me deeper into the unknown blackness. I need to fight, I need to get away, but I’m so weak and out of air. I breath out one last time, my life floats to
the surface, how I wish I was there.
I’m slipping away and I know it, but I have no energy to hold on. Then
a bright flash and a gasp, I’m awake and alive, but something’s wrong. I’m not me, I look the same, but I feel different, I’m split. My
personality has been divided, I’m two different people, and then it hit.
I’m no longer human, I’m an earthly Angel, but not only that, I’m also a Demon. It’s strange having two
opposing sides inside you, always fighting. I have the ability to change everyone, either for worse or for better. You
can’t know how difficult it is, knowing I’m the choice maker.
But it’s part of my life now, and I have accepted it’s now me. One learns to live with all the
people one is able to be. So it’ll be different once I come to the surface, but then I realize. That all this time, I had just
been looking into my own blue eyes.
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Added on November 28, 2011Last Updated on November 28, 2011 AuthorWinters EveLeamington, CanadaAboutI'm fun loving and outgoing. Sometimes i think I'm different, but that's what makes me to unique as well as makes my wirting different. I'm often patient and loving, caring and not often very gental p.. more..Writing
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