Dark Angels

A poem I wrote after reading about all the child suicides in Bridgewater. It's my paltry attempt at maybe making just one child or person think before doing such a thing!!!!!!!

 

 

Every day I watch them

Walking, talking, laughing, hating, it oozes out of every pore

It dulls the light around them

They may smile but it doesn’t touch their eyes

Nor does it crinkle the corners of their mouths

 

Leaves toss and tumble out of their way

The very air rushes and bristles ahead of them

Birds stop singing as they pass by

Clouds hurry across the sky to cover the sun

As the distant sound of thunder rumbles a warning of bad things to come

 

They brush past you, rush past you, with the coldest of stares

Or sometimes just for the thrill of it, poke you in the spine

You see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing

Just the cold in the air and that chilling feeling of someone just having walked over your grave

 

But I can see them and I can hear them

For I was once like you

I walked and talked and breathed

I loved and laughed and smiled, a sunny, happy smile

 

Then in just one moment, one stupid, stupid moment

I committed a sinful murder as I took my own life

And now I am like them, a dark angel, a cold wind, a rustle of leaves

No sunshine, no bright smile, no laughter, no love

Simply drifting, no substance, now nothing more than a cold breeze

Reviews

[Amanda]

a sad story, indeed.

well written.

Amanda