Kevin Elmore Poet I do not know?

Angel of Death

angel of death looking at me
angel of death what do you see
a heart so cold as hard as ice
a soul is black i can never be nice

I was something precious to delicate to hold
as time went by my soul got sold
in my field of poison ivy, broken hearts and shattered dreams
life is a prison at least that what it seams

angel of death you sing to me
angel of death you set me free
darkness falls in the land of the dead
I take your hand by you I am led

you take away the pain
so I don't feel
all I listen to you and wonder
am I now or have I ever been real

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Joanna Smith February 11, 2010 at 7:12 AM wow this is a great poem and i must say that if you can write this beautifully your heart cannot be black and cold =) i think every one has a good side so dont forget yours.the second stanza was my favorite . i chose this poem because i wrote a poem about the angel of death called the sacred art of dying. i like yours and i also love the last line, i think i have wondered that myself many times.

Bojosi Ditshwele January 15, 2010 at 12:45 AM i don't get this one very clear i don't know if it says that death is something to end someone's problems or what. don't think of dying live is preciuos Kevin!! But i think your writing is very good

Audrey Haick January 14, 2010 at 8:33 AM A good poem dear Kevin, but you are alive! You "are"! You are unique! There's only one "Kevin" made and born in the image of God. Much too young to die! There is so much you have to do, so please don't befriend death yet! I know that life is tough. I've been through so much you wouldn't believe! Only by God's grace, have I been brought to this day. I am sorry for "preaching" to you. But you are not alone, Kevin. Soup Mail me anytime you need to talk, ok? Peace, Your friend, Audrey

Michael Harman January 14, 2010 at 7:12 AM There we go a real poet, a rarity around these parts,,, go deeper, make me hurt some more,,,