When Angels Call?A Poem by Harry MoraThrough the course of this tortured existence I've given up on every dream My heart's been pierced by this doubt And I'm much too weak to scream
I can't see through the darkness Like others seem to do Sometimes when lost in my sadness I think that I see you
But the angels won't call my name In this night I'll be alone Searching blindly for my home The angels won't call my name Disappointment comes like rain I know that I'm to blame
I think, "Will they ever know me" Will I ever cross their minds?? Will they feel what I am saying? Memorize my every line
I can't see the lights above me Like others think I should Sometimes, lost in the moment I really think I could
But the angels won't call my name In this night, I'm all alone Straining to hear your tonesAngels won't call my name
There's a knock on the door And the music fades And the tape stops running on the songs we made I can't see the bright lights As we pack up all our gear Everything I just dreamed of Disappears into my fear
And the crowds won't call my name On this stage I'll be alone Trying to give up all this pain But the angels won't call my name The music won't ever play Sitting quietly at home
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the course of this tortured existence I've given up on every dream.......... © 2012 Harry Mora |
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1 Review Added on January 3, 2012 Last Updated on January 3, 2012 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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