Restless AngelicA Poem by Harry MoraLove doesn't always make you better.
This restless angel changed her heart, emptied love
Left me blind running through the streets All my past and future, my life regrets my poisoned heart It died slowly and spread its disease constantly Into the mouths of the ones I love Drowning the ones that care in my misery Breathe deeply and join me in this pitiful existence That only waits its chance to suck you in and suck you dry Those poor blind innocents, lovely and loving Seeking my company not knowing or seeing that I am loneliness, emptiness, despair, misery All the things they seek to escape they find with me Injected with false love and dead hopes I wear the mask of the fallen My sympathy is anger My love is vengeance No longer the open heart looking for a matching soul The parasitic souls encountered have passed along their vile disease To spread to others like an emotional virus Like some soul sucking vampire created by the bitter taste of pure sweetness Depositing my bile with every kiss That restless angel crushed hope, eviscerated love and left me like her Seeking comfort in falsehoods, attention in use, love in the shallows Yet somehow, that wretched angel still felt like home. Still looked like love. Still made me wallow in the misery that was not being alive with her How could so many memories be casually left behind to suffer the rotting withering kiss of time? How could everything shared be allowed to be forgotten as if it meant nothing? As if time had simply skipped a beat along with my heart I lived black out memories then because I couldn’t bear to forget our yesterdays I could not cast things aside as easily as her And I would attend her wedding And I’d recognize the smile upon her face as the smile that welcomed me home And I’ll remember the look in her eyes as the look that once said she loved me Once upon a time in another life When I was someone else betrayed by my own naivety © 2010 Harry Mora |
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Added on May 11, 2010 Last Updated on May 11, 2010 AuthorHarry MoraEast Newark, NJAboutMy work began primarily as a way to exorcise my own inner demons, and give them a voice outside of my mind. I currently have a short stories in the anthologies MASTERS OF HORROR: DAMNED IF YOU DON'.. more..Writing
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