Angels Never KnownA Poem by Not hereI was only a young boy, a child, with no one to hold my hand. And I sat on the rooftops, the shingles, and watched as people planned. They whispered their secrets, their worries, as I tried to fall asleep. I remember the embers, their burning. Death causes them to weep. They say we're all heading towards hell with no chance to get away. But what if the whole world is a hell that we wake in every day. The people are dying, they're crying, and reach for a hand to hold. But we tell them that we are more human because that's what we are told. My friends- they are dying. I'm lying when I tell you they are fine. But I ignore their hearts and their gashes to stare at cuts on mine. 'Cause I'm bruised but they're bleeding and they're leading their souls closer to death. And I don't want to take it- their final and heartbreaking breath. So leave me as I am! They're needing more attention than I will. 'Cause I'm whining and crying but they're demons move in for a final kill. So hold them, and heal them with words that you're too afraid to say. But I promise that when you protect them the demons fly away. Give them what you cannot, what you hold to, so you can turn away the knife. Because sometime we all will be fighting every moment for our life.
© 2015 Not hereAuthor's Note
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