Stolen Souls

It sweeps through the nights, 
Is it an angel? a devil? or the angel of death, 
I lie there sleeping, 
It comes and my life disappears, 

I disappeared then i found myself flying, 
flying over the ruins the soul stealer left, 
I saw his face, 
I saw his pain, 
I'm sweating terribly, or are these tears on my face? 

I hear a scream then i wake up, 
Its white and clean, 
I hear a machine going: beep, beep, beep 
and his face looking at me, 
holding my hand, 

i suddenly remember the scream, 
my own scream, 
and the bullies dunking me underwater,
he was just glad i was alive, 

he leans closer, 
and we share our first kiss.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Palli Avatar
May 2, 2010 at 10:55 AM
vivid poem, evil well portrayed
Rodriguez Avatar
January 2, 2010 at 1:09 PM
thanks Carol. To be honest i want your opinion. Lets say if i was 11. would you find it a bit scary that i was writing death poems?
Brown Avatar
December 28, 2009 at 10:21 AM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Martina. I also wish you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol
Rodriguez Avatar
December 20, 2009 at 9:23 AM
I thought that bullying could lead to sickness like in the last 3 verses. I was thinking of the angel of death and the tale of moses and thought that maybe dreams can occour in a koma.
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