Slumped against the wall of her room, staring
At the scene before her. Clean bed, neatly
Arranged books, they don't show the real her
The room is too stark, does not reflect the chaos
In her heart. She just wants to break free.
She's losing it, slowly but surely. Like a tap when
It's just been turned off, the water starts to drip
Slower and slower. Till all that is left is the echo as
Each drop hits the bottom of the sink, as it slowly
Slides down and disappears into the abyss of her soul
Every minute, every hour, a little of her wastes away
Into nothing. She 's running out of time. She doesn't
Know what she's waiting for. She slowly sinks lower into
Depression. She's about to do something she knows she
Will regret. She can't help it. It's calling to her.
She's about to start, her arms start to shake, when firm
But gentle hands hold them down. She looks up to see him
Looking at her through warm eyes. She knows he caught her
Knows he should be angry, but he's not. Knows he should shout,
But he won't. He simply brings her hand up, he gently kisses her wrist.
He sits down, slowly pulls her towards him in a soft, gentle embrace
She clings to him, not desperately, but with relief. He feels the
Desperation coursing through the both of them. Two wings on his back
Fold neatly around them like a blanket, protecting them from cold.
He should be in heaven, but he fell from grace a long time ago
He is her guardian angel, just as much as she is his
Author notes
No need for conversation between the two of them.
A contest entry
- Can you hear me now? by darell.
500 points, ended December 1, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Am I the angel? Or is she?
Comments
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What a lovely story you have written here, a complete one act play in such a few lines! Beautifully demonstrates when actions are more powerful than words. A wonderful read!
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Beautiful!
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Intriguing
This was an interesting take on the prompt.
There is so much written between the lines.
Her state of mind and being says alot by itself.
She seems so distant and alone. Aloof in
a world of her own making so to speak.
Eventhough you say in your author's comment
that there is no need for conversation
between the two of them. I can't help but
think to myself, something is desperately
missing here. Thank you for allowing me
to peer inside the world of this person.
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Amazing
This poem is absoutely Amazing. The imagery and sense of flow is perfect. This is a truley Beautiful write. I love it. I can relate to this almost to a "T", if you will.
The verse:
"She's about to start, her arms start to shake, when firm
But gentle hands hold them down. She looks up to see him
Looking at her through warm eyes. She knows he caught her
Knows he should be angry, but he's not. Knows he should shout,
But he won't. He simply brings her hand up, he gently kisses her wrist. " I believe is the best. Keep up the wonderful work. Cudos, and Great job.
-Shadow
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