Acid Rain

I wrote this poem, "Acid Rain", on November 1, 2012.

~Acid Rain~

By: Paige Taylor

Looking out at the night time sky

A dark mist covering the shining stars,

The stars that usually make my eyes sparkle and gleam

Have now been covered by doubt,

My eyes tear and fall to the ground like droplets of acid rain.

My heart cannot possibly feel

Without the warmth of the shining sun

Or the brightness of the guiding stars.

But somehow it can,

Because you make me believe it can.

You make me feel free,

Free as a bird flying through the night sky.

Or perhaps a leaf, flowing through the breeze,

Yet still attached to its original roots

Awaiting to be blown away like all the others.

You make me feel alive,

Even when I am nothing but dead

And my heart is no longer beating

I lay my head against your chest,

Only to feel the beating of your steady heart.

And once again, my heart begins to beat all on its own

Faster and louder then it ever has before.

I feel alive again

I know that I can never defend myself against you.

But there is no need to.

Your strength and your power

Are both stronger then anything I have ever encountered.

I have overcome many obstacles

And have defeated countless enemies,

But nothing has ever prepared me for something like this.

You are a King

And I,

I am nothing but an angel.

An angel who has fallen and broken her wings.

And you have every opportunity to break me, beat me

And to confiscate my powers as an angel 

For the sake of your own selfish greed~

Something that any sick man would want.

But instead, you heal me,

And you make me your queen,

Which is something I would rather be.

If I were given the chance to be a perfect angel

Or a pathetic human,

I would choose to be the pathetic human-

If that meant I could be with you.

But wait,

If I had chosen to be human

Just for the pure sake of being with you,

This would be the most selfish act that I could ever take

Towards someone like you.

If I were an angel, I could be your guardian.

I could protect you,

I could save you from anything.

Even if it meant bending the rules,

Perhaps sending me to hell.

I could guide you

I could lead you to happiness-

You could have everything.

But if I give you everything, everything you ever wanted

You could forget about me.

Then I will become lost

And my mission as an angel would be over.

I will fall back down to earth,

Just as I did before.

I will lose my wings, my halo

And my power to heal, guide, and protect.

However, I will gain one thing out of this-

The ability to bleed.

Perhaps seeing the blood run down my new fragile body

Will somehow distract me from the pain.

Not from the fall or from the cold, hard ground-

But rather from the pain of losing you.

But wait!

None of this needs to happen;

I am foreseeing something that does not need to be seen.

I am hearing sounds that do not need to be heard.

This does not have to be the same as before,

Or any of the previous times that I have fallen.

Bleeding,

And left in the flames-

Awaiting to be burned alive.

No, it cannot be the same.

You are strangely different from the rest.

Normally, I would never fall weak to my knees for a king. 

After all,

All the kings I had ever known were ruthless and bitter. 

To me, they were more along the lines of demons.

They only wanted to go down for the kill.

As far as I could tell, they had no soul.

And for that, I turned my back on them. All of them.

Surely I would never trust one again

And if I ever had to come face to face with one,

I would hide away my true identity,

For I did not deem them worthy to truly know me.

But then again, I have never before seen one so alive,

So pure, and ever so welcoming.

You hold me down and you keep my heart stable,

I know that I will not fall.

When I stumble, you hold me up.

When I faint, you are always there to catch me.

When I am doubtful, you give me hope.

When I am insecure, you force me to be confident.

When I am angry and am unaware of my hostility,

It seems that I will do almost anything to start a fight,

Only for the purpose to break away,

So you won't have to see me cry.

And yet, you still hold me tight

I may no longer be the perfect angel

In which I had started off to be,

But I promise with all of my soul and mind

That I will do anything and everything to protect you,

And to save you

With the hopes that nothing will ever happen to you.

I can make you happy, so proud.

With my word, I vow to you,

That you will only receive my utmost support.

I will bring out the very best in you.

This I swear, on my life and my soul.

If my word were ever to become a lie,

You may break my bones;

Stab, (not puncture), but stab my heart

And I will bleed to the core.

You may burn me to the ground,

Until there is nothing left but ashes.

If you still are not satisfied with how this ends,

Than please, trade away my soul.

I was born an innocent princess

Now staring into the eyes of a killer

Finding myself completely and utterly

Falling in love.

Reviews

[Swift]

I really love how genuine and raw this is. It is really difficult to write something that is bittersweet and hopeful, but also very melancholy. My favorite part is how this poem maps out a thought process, like I've opened someone's brain and am watching the connections being made inside. Acid Rain is very powerful, and I need to read it multiple times to catch the meaning of every word. Great job!

[Mrs Mania]

Thank you for the review. I often find it difficult for me to open up to people, but through my writing, I hope that people can gain the opportunity to see through my eyes and experience the thoughts that are entangled in my mind.

[Jibey]

This poems speaks of the natural aptitude for giving that characterizes both your beauty as an angel and your torture. In a way it has echoes of the crucifixion - nailed to a cross after being flogged... and bleeding to death out of love. A lot of the diction and imagery you use is that of devotion..and your passionate desire to be consumed in your love, along with your wonderful appreciate of the selfless nature of love, is moving and stirring.

[Mrs Mania]

This is one of the first poems I have ever written from start to finish. Thank you for your kind review. At the time, I could only imagine what it would be like to love, or to be loved, understanding that I may never truly understand the difference.

[Jibey]

I feel sure you will one day know how affirmative love can be...