Anthem of the Angels

Through these bloodshot eyes

And accusing lies

I see

You demons, three, sit before me

My lungs burned when my will fell

And I knew it all along but wouldn’t tell

It’s my fault, I know, I’m losing it again

So tonight when I dream, I dream without a friend

I’m saying goodbye to the worst of this time

And I will welcome whatever new things I find

Good, bad, there isn’t meaning anymore

I wouldn’t hurt again, this I swore

I never had the wings I wanted to be free

Because of you demons, three, here before me.

If I kept my mouth shut, I wanted this pain

I let you do this (this isn’t a game)

I’m low and weak and I don’t deserve what peace sells

But I’m not giving up just yet; singing the anthem of the angels

 

 

You demons, three, sit before me

I will get those wings I wanted to be free.

Author's Note

...*Sigh* It wrote itself, really. Let me know what you think :) Crit is always welcome :D

Reviews

[Bard Constantine]

When the muse compels, you must obey... often the best of what we write write themselves. I like the determination at the end, the resolve to break free of the captivity of one's demons. While reading, I could not help but to wonder the names of those three that held the narrator captive...

From a technical view, I believe there are areas in the rhyming scheme that could use a tweak here or there. Reading it aloud helps to see where the rhythm is off, and give you ideas of where to revise. A solid piece overall, nice work...

[bbb]

I thought this was a really creative piece, nothing in it to be critical of, I just enjoyed it.

[RTB]

well i am not one to critisize but damn this just was one of the best things i have ever read that was a good poem man its rythm was sweet into my library it goes the first one in my library too!

[Keevan]

I really liked this. The wording and rythem was right on. Wonderful poem :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I think it is good, I had a hard time getting into the rhythm of it but that is probably because I am still stuck in the days of thinking all poetry has to rhyme. I think it is wonderful.