In The Arms of an Angel

Battling depression

Curtains close one

moment and then

they open the next.

 

The smallest of things

shuts out the light the

life from my eyes and

these feelings.

 

It feels like a hundred

years before the light

will shine.  When will

the sun rise again?

 

Emotions compressed

into the smallest of

places.  How much

more can be packed

deep down inside this

body?

 

I fight it, not with

punches thrown but

with the hope that

a sign is given to me

the end to this draws

near.

 

One day an Angel will

smile upon me and take

my hand.  She will make

me a promise.

 

Then in the arms of an

Angel I will be and she

will take me away. 

 

Where to, it does not

matter.  Just as long as

she takes me.

 

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

this is beautiful
as long as she takes me-so open to not even care where you are going
thank you for sharing something I could not write*)

[James Tincher]

Thanks... :)