Perspectives

An angel appears to me,
They're a sweet, summer soul.
The angel is here for me,
To bring me out of my hole.

The angel is sweet,
The angel is kind.
So, please, hear me out
What is wrong with my mind?

The angel morphs into fear,
An omen of blight and despair.
I see nothing kind or sweet
Demonic tongues lick the air.

Open and close, my eyes a portal
What should I see? The angel,
It's outline blurred by brimstone
Claws hidden to mangle.

I cannot tell what is real anymore
Angel or demon, nothing is clear.
Isolation is my new friend
Intrusive thoughts I hold dear.

Author's Note

Needs work

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

it is very difficult to give feedback because it is really difficult to edit poems written while in this state of mind. but there is substance here, fo sure. hoping for rescue only to find that it was fake gold. this is an experience many people have unfortunately gone through, myself included. you are not alone. and i implore you to keep on writing. it's not exactly a cure, but it is better than bottling emotions up.

[Hallow]

It has definitely been freeing to let my thoughts go. But, occasionally, I can remember the feeling and think of a word or phrase that fits my thoughts better, hence the note.