Fallen AngelA Poem by Forgotten
I was trapped inside my own emotions,
Like fallen debris I was trapped within, Nothing but broken memories lay with me, My mind remained broken emitting nothing, But shattered hopes and anguish filled tears. Bruised and battered was my body, My soul bleeding tar, Infected by the pain I had endured for so long, Light could not save me now, For I had fallen too far into the depths, Of the pit that was dug for me. Weak and lonely, I could not muster the strength to regain my posture, Shivering in my self induced void I was pathetic, Not the mind of a man...but the will of a boy, I lay helpless and cold, Depression held nothing against this pain. Whispers and lies swirled within my head, Unable to make it stop I suffered, I was the bane to my own relationship, So I was forced to believe, Pushed around I was victim to my own self destruction. Then suddenly you came, You lifted me out of the rubble, Slowly healing in your embrace, Warmth began to flow into my body, The strength I had been without for so long, Began to bloom like a rose. Healed by you, You have become my saviour, Yet still... I ache inside, Attacked by my thoughts I am afraid, Afraid of the pain, I can give. Jealousy, Like an infection it spreads, Slowly taking my body it becomes me, Nothing but hate filled words and false perceptions, It is my flaw, Lulling you into suffering. Yet still... It is at bay... Your smile and your enchanting beauty, Has become its prison, Happy to be in your company I feel lucky to be with you, Nothing stirs these cracking flaws of mine. Be it accident or be it fate, your guiding light had re-established purpose in this empty life, And my body hath not the will, To see you fly away on crimson wings, My Fallen Angel.
© 2012 ForgottenAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on July 12, 2012 Last Updated on July 12, 2012 AuthorForgottenGloucestershire, Stroud, United KingdomAboutMy real name is John-Paul Crawford, I do voluntary work at Stroud FM and hopefully after my training will be allowed my own slot on air. Writing takes up most of my time, I'm always trying to better m.. more..Writing
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