Angel

I have so many thoughts going thou my head. Mangle & intertwined together are speaking. Would be useless words said. Aloud could never grasp the true meaning of the way I feel about the past. I have tried to kill my inner self. Throw me mended stronger with motive to destroy me. So I fear for myself & hate myself for digging up the shame. I have tried so hard to cover myself with guit & this pain. Alone to compose with the rotting corpse of my childhood & I wonder. There is so much I will ever know but I will never learn. What could be possibly give me more lies they could tell. Come into my world with disgust, guilt. What other comfortless will I refuse to meet? How many more people will constantly remind me I'm not good enough? I don't care I won't give up. I won't give them any pleasure. If this "Isn't" Hell. What is?

Guardian angels, is there such thing? I
know I have one, or is it a dream? Or is
it the shadow in the corner of my eye? Or
is it you mom? I turn, and then I sigh. I
remember you are gone. Why? Why did you
have to die? I begged God for two days to
please let you stay, but he took you away
from us anyway. He took you mom, to your
new home in the sky. A faraway place where
guardian angels learn how to fly. Heaven,
a wonderful place, with lots of joy, no
suffering, and no pain to face. I know you
are a guardian angel now. Maybe not mine,
but someday we will meet in Heaven, your
home in the sky, and together you and me
mom, we will fly!

Angles
When the bone white of your frame has drawn to it's reedy, most rattling element, when all your life has become white skin the trap hull of a coracle and your bones so brittle they rub to dust when your tendons and muscles have become so taut so fibrous they are the siff gunwales of the boat of your body then it will be time for you to float to the next world and I who massage you for far too few weeks as we fight to keep your tissue pliant your pain a trickle not a river will stand away from the water and let you go when I see milkweed or dandelion in the air I think of your white hair. That's how I know it's a angel pass


I pray each day that everything will soon all be okay.
I ask God to forgive me for what I do
and pray to be loved by him everyday through.
I ask him to watch over me and my family
All my friends and even my worst enemy.
I pray that I'll be happy again someday
And, that things will all start going the right way.
I ask him to be there when I really need him to be
And, I love him, I hope he can see
I pray each time I close my eyes that God is forever
in my mind and in my heart God someday I will find

I have so many questions,
Where do I begin?
If I ask will you answer?
Is that your voice I hear?
Will you come to me in a dream,
On a cold winters night?
Telling me you love me,
And things will be alright.

How long before the pain stops?
It gets stronger everyday.
I never got to say goodbye,
Or tell you how I feel.

Did you know how much
You mean to me?
I loved you with all my heart.
I cherish all my memories,
Now that we're apart.


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