Gone

Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me - Emily Dickinson

I can feel everything closing in now

Seeing through eyes closed shut

The thudding noise on the ceiling is getting softer

Until it finally stops

 

The angel that use to come only in my dreams

Comes to lay down besides me

Tells me what is happening up there

I nod as he whispers in my ear

 

He leaves me as I wait

As he is grinding information into the slate

When I feel tears and loneliness

He comes back to conquer it

 

That would be the only time he would leave

He came back and wrapped around me

I would live here forevermore

The world would see me nevermore

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We need Angels to keep us on the right track. Poem started strongly and got better. Your poem had a sadness to it also. I had to read a few times to try to catch everything. A very good poem.

Coyote