The Angels

He's blue

his body lifeless.

Tell me has

his soul really left us?

I pray

for a heartbeat

But today

the angels must not owe me...

He's dead

its so obvious.

Almost as bad,

that his heart has left us.

And I pray

for closure.

But today

the angels just grow colder...

He's blue

he's not breathing.

My heart keeps on

searching for some meaning.

And if the angels owe me one 

someday

maybe then they're hear me pray

then they're hear me pray but

not today...

Reviews

[NotUsinganymore]

Very sad but beautiful poem. All we can do is hope to leave future hay memories of us for them. They are always watching us. c: