In most of my poems, I refer to myself as the Fallen Angel....Just so ya know...
I hope you all like my work.
Sanctuary
I have been isolated by so many
No one ever recognized me as a person
My heart slowly began to freeze
And I was devoured by the dark
But there had to be a way out
A way to thaw my icy heart
But there wasnt...
And the darkness became my sanctuary
Darkess was the sanctuary for the dark child
Who was me
I was slowly becoming dark itself
I was so near...so near to the dark...
All I did was cry
There was no one who could help
No one at all
I needed a lullaby
To hush the darkness and put it to sleep
But ehat if that person never came?
What if I was stuck here for eternity?
So Ill wait for you
For you to completely save me
From the darkness
From myself...
The Room
I sat there in the hollow room
Distraught and afraid
So many expectations of me
It piles up after a while
Many times Ive felt so alone
It didnt take long to feel so frightened
But the fear eventually fades away,
Until Im in a crowded room
And again I realize how alone I really am
Im not perfect, nor normal
But that doesnt make me insecure
I know that the sands of time are against me
And as many times as Ive wanted to press rewind
My fate is inevitable
But I keep enduring this
Veiling myself behind a smile
I wonder if anyone cares that I feel this way
Maybe I am really normal
I feel the same emotions as the others
Love.Hate.Torture.Sadness.Anger.
But are emotions what really makes us human?
After Ive been through so much, why do you still wonder?
Wonder why Im numb to pain
I feel your stares, your eyes searching me
But for what?
Looking at my exterior wont give you answers
And so I sit here in this hollow room
Thinking
Asking if Im even human...
Broken Wings
I sit in silence.
The rain softly falling.
My only company.
I sit atop the ruins,
Of that forsken city.
And I wait...
Waiting for death.
Waiting for life.
I wait for a savior.
I wait for an answer.
Loved by few,
Hated by many.
I sit on that fallen pillar
Of that dark place,
The place of forgotten dreams.
And I sit in the darkness
Waiting
Waiting for light.
Waiting for strength.
I wait for an angel.
I wait for a sign.
And I, the Fallen Angel,
With the ebony wings
Soaked in blood,
Broken by memories.
So I sit atop a fallen pillar,
In that dreary, darkened,
Ruined city.
Where dreams are lost,
And all is forgotten and left behind.
Where if you damage it,it will feel pain.
And the fixtures inside may crumble.
I rest inside....myself...
If anyone likes these, Ill post more...