(66) Angel In shadows

(66) Angel In shadows

A Poem by Chris Smith Welshpoetcs
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Collaboration with Chris Smith and Devil's Angel

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I feel her reaching out to me

Embracing the sorrow in my soul

The pain that keeps me prisoner

My Angel is behind me now

Her wings comforting this darkness

 

I feel her reaching out to me

Releasing my stored up anger
Hate that prevents me from living
Taking her hand to my heart
Her touch transforming this vileness
 

She knows these feelings well

For she dwells in the shadows

This Angel takes away my nightmares

Absorbing the agony that I feel

Leaving me feeling her gift


I feel she was always here

All I had to do was see
From the heavens she was sent
To relight my inner soul
Waiting for me to be ready

© 2011 Devil's Angel/chris smith


© 2011 Chris Smith Welshpoetcs


Author's Note

Chris Smith Welshpoetcs
We both enjoyed writing this.

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An angel who dwells in the shadows and feeds on human agony. Such a being would be beloved for taking the pain away. But, should the human subject discover that the being is also causing much of his or her distress--and react rebelliously--then, of course, there would literally be hell to pay.
But that will probably be dealt with in the next collaboration.
This is an eeriely haunting poem; too real not to be frightening.


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Nicely done both of you! Hope is seen through the darkness here. An imaginative and darkly inspiring write.

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oh, wow

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Beautiful imagery with a sense of darkness. Well done to both of you.

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bravo! :) beautiful collaboration, both of you :)

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Wow, these words flow as one, which is the trick to the success of a good collab. I love the image of the angel who walks in the dark. It would seen more true to the nature of one sent from heaven, to save those who have succumbed to darkness.

Great Write You Two!
RLG,
Tommy


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Smooth and effortless reading deep and rich feelings
I tip my brim both ways...

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An angel who dwells in the shadows and feeds on human agony. Such a being would be beloved for taking the pain away. But, should the human subject discover that the being is also causing much of his or her distress--and react rebelliously--then, of course, there would literally be hell to pay.
But that will probably be dealt with in the next collaboration.
This is an eeriely haunting poem; too real not to be frightening.


Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

great work you are an amazing writing, hope to read more.

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great introspection.. i can feel this as an inner narrative that has been a constant in my life.. she is there, and is aware.

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I saw new horizons while doing this..Thanks.

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Added on March 30, 2011
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Chris Smith Welshpoetcs
Chris Smith Welshpoetcs

Cardiff until 2004, then Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United Kingdom



About
Started writing in 1997 after a horrible attack, I found it theraputic and wrote a range of poems and short horror stories. Started sharing on the Web firstly with Yahoo 360 in 2005, then sites on .. more..

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