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I’ve been going around in circles
And I haven’t been able to find my way out of it
Turning and turning
And not knowing where to go
I’ve been in this place for so long
My feet are aching and my body sulking
I’m afraid of going back to what I once knew
I’m suffocating from my past as I breathe in its luring sweet succor that sticks to my throat as it attempts to go down everyday
I choke and cough up gobs of blood, catching it in the palms of my hands
Shaking and trembling
Teeth clattering
Chills up my spine
I cannot forget what happened no matter how hard I try
I sigh and I cry the precious blackened tears as I empty out my soul for the hundredth time over
I look in the mirror and see my reflection
My skin has become a deathly white silk
My auburn hair long and matted
I look into my eyes, past the eyeliner smudges and mascara streaks, and see my tears enhancing them into a bright florescent green hue
My mouth hangs open
As I breathe shortly
What have I become?
Then I hear him;
This being that appeared abruptly one night ago,
When I thought all was lost, that there was no more hope left for me
The angel of the night calls; his ample voice of perfection fills me with wonder and tranquility
And yet, the pain endures and the traction calls with force
I try to get up as the angel calls my name ever so gently...
Whispering in my ear as I sit, pained in the darkness
His breathe I feel on my neck
The angel of the night calls
Beauty beholding all the unexplained dreams of suffered tears
White cloaks flow gently about his perfect skin and built body
And then he tells me
That he is there for me and always will be
I am not alone after all
But as the days go by
And as I feel myself grow weak
I know I doubt my true beliefs
The angel of the night calls
I sit here in my pool of blood
The sorrow of my suffering dripping down my bedside has brought only scars upon my fare skin
The angel of the night calls
And I see him glide by me night by night
When will I grab his hand and let him take me to that place?
Will I ever snap out of this retched nightmare?
Author notes
This is no one specifically I speak of...but rather someone I wish I had that isn't apart of my life. The dream of someone there for me.
Please tell me what you think
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This one plays out much like a scene from a classic drama. Our story revolves around the fair madden struggling with the desires of her heart. She wants somebody that she has built her dreams around but the fact that these dreams when awake are not the same as those when she sleeps drive her to emotional and physical pain. The torture of desire is unmatched.
Then almost as an answer to a prayer her would be savior appears in the form of, as she describes, the Angel of the Night. A true hero or at least he wants to be. As the scene continues one can't help to wonder if this Angel is real or just a hope, a dream built by a swollen heart. And that’s where it ends; she lay bleeding hoping that this dream will be filled by a true man, a hero.
This piece is beautiful as is any written true to the heart and fueled by experience. I can only pray that someone can become this Angel. Your gift with words continues to capture me. Good luck and God bless.
All the best,
Tanner
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WOW! you paint such a picture with your words its truly amazing! I like that your not sure! because in life are we ever sure of anything...
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This is an incredable write.
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wow i love the visuals you give. Its extremely detailed. It makes it seems as though from reading it ur actually in her shoes
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reminds me of Angel of Music. you'll find the right person for you. everyone does
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