Poem #2

Posted by ~Warcloud~ On Thursday, November 25, 2010 0 comments

Angels On Harp Strings

As I rest my heart in familiar hands
Surrounded by increasingly tattered wings
Angels of another life
Play my own on harp strings

They reside in a world un-known
but have always played strings to see my life grown
Anger Permeates
Those familiar blood red walls drown my visual
My heart longs for that which appears oh so simple

Why must I rise
only to fall again
Why must your heart
be locked away
Why must I pretend

Why cant I see
that the angels unseen
were created in their existance
Solely By Me

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