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Angels Cried

Spiritual beings taking flight A soul left void, without hope Darkness devours internal light Sliding to hell on a slippery slope Plans are made for annihilation Fear becoming a permanent guest Walking a path toward extermination Left alone, on this unholy quest Angels, turned away and cried As the child’s spirit slowly died Trembling hands caress the knife To the sadist, I'm tightly entwined A single path, will end my strife As latent memories haunt my mind Every night, reliving my anguish Haunting laughter, piercing screams Monster, that can never be vanquished Residing permanently in my dreams Angels, turned away and cried As the child’s spirit slowly died Slowly my knife crosses each wrist Eyes growing heavy, heart slowing Finally I'll be free of my antagonist The blood eventually quits flowing Familiar hands, tying familiar knots Rough hands branding my young skin Killing myself such a foolish thought In the clutches of the sadist once agin The Angels, turned away and cried Knowing my eternal fate, when I died

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 10/23/2015 1:13:00 AM
Awesome write Anthony, I have one called The angels cried. ( not posted here) But not on this subject. I remember you wrote on this subject before though. I do have a few on this subject. One is called Life, if you choose to read it :)
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Date: 3/5/2013 12:37:00 PM
intense, AJ.....well done, jimbo
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Date: 1/30/2013 1:37:00 PM
Sad that this does happen and it needs to stop with this generation and let there be a new world..Tornado watch here..Sara
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Date: 1/29/2013 3:46:00 AM
Hi Anthony, this is amazing poetry,, and very important too, the fact that you write (and it needed writing) poetry such as this will send messages to many, probally having problems with their own situation....this is wonderful poetry in it's own right...and a sign not all is lost.. the subject matter is straight to the point, which makes you the poet even more remarkable.... I'm no psychiatrist Anthony, but i do love poetry, and what you write moves me.. keep on writing mate it is that good
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