Angel Audience

poetry speaks

Lost soul who plays low tone chords,

lift your fingers.

You sing with your head held high

with a voice that cries,

and it lingers.

You stand atop the highest hill

in a winter's chill,

all alone.

No smile can be seen

past your song filled screams,

none you show.

We stand not in awe but in frozen places,

and we hurt.

We see you bleed from internal scars

and a broken heart.

Oh how much you must hurt.

Blame us you won't,

see us you don't.

Still,

we're always here.

You who has no fame

nor gloried name,

your voice we hear.

So rest your head

and go to sleep.

For when you wake

here we'll be.

Waiting.

Reviews

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

The poem is fine and is flushed with deep feeling. But, there are quite a few grammatical issues.
Second stanza, second line- "winter's chill" and not "winters chill"
Third stanza- make it "must be hurt" instead of "must hurt"
Second last stanza, fourth line- "we're always" and not "were always"
These are the little chinks which count as setbacks in this piece. Speaking otherwise, the poem is really good. Keep writing.

[unspokenpain]

I should really stop writing so late at night lol

[Alice Poésy]

So ethereal and full of emotion. The words are strung together with such beauty, and I feel like they could hold several interpretations which can resonate with everyone. Thank you for sharing, it was a delight.

[unspokenpain]

I'm happy you enjoyed it. ^.^

[revalatia]

....knock on wood. (With my luck -more of a rosemarys baby type awakening.. excellent read!

[unspokenpain]

I'm happy you liked it!