On the breast of a wingless angel
I lay my weary head
And drench her with my teardrops
As I wish that I was dead.
Though it contradicts everything
I ever learned or have been told,
No one understands
And I'm empty and so cold.
In the arms of a wingless angel
Is the one place I can cry
No need to pretend I am okay,
No reason to forge a lie.
There are many others who love me,
But only the angel knows my heart,
The true depth of my despair
When my world was wrenched apart
In the arms of a wingless angel
I bare my wounded soul.
She kisses it and strokes my hair
And somehow makes me whole.
In the arms of a wingless angel
I take time to catch my breath
And through a simple act of love
She pulls me back from death.


Comments: 28
Glad you have an angel to comfort you. Take care :)
Beautifully expressed dear friend !!
The reason I will ask this is just in concern. A line in your poem, "As I wish that I was dead.", is a bell ringer. I hope you are not truly feeling this way. You know that you can always email me if you need a friend. I hope that you come to realize that you wish to be alive.
I am only thinking about your well being. Other than that, I wish you more to love. =)
She pulls me back from death."
That simple love. More powerful than anything else...
Peace.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting