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Mirella Grosnickle Poem
I heard an angel speak last night and he said “write”,
“Write of the anguish and pain,
The desolation, and isolation.
May the ink fall like blood,
Spill over the pages,
Making permanent marks,
Never to regain its flawless form again”
I walk down the foot-worn trail,
Bare feet turned black by the earth underneath them.
Here comes that feeling,
The feeling of death.
Creeping up on me, suffocating any lingering hope.
Looking up, a vulture cries,
Like echoes coming from my insides.
I have arrived at my destination,
Black dresses and black umbrellas,
Lined up in lines between the rows of resting places,
Single-file reminders of those bereft of life.
I remain inconspicuous,
Hidden from the grim party's black veils and mascara stains.
Don't fret, my friend, there's hope for me yet.
She comes in to my view,
Alluring as ever, breathtakingly pulchritudinous.
Touching the cool granite wing, feeling such imperfection,
Takes my breath away.
I pray to my angel,
I pray for them to listen to my story...
And then my angel spoke to me and he said “write”.
Mirella Grosnickle
June 13, 2011
Angels in Cemeteries
Black Veils&Mascara Stains
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Mirella Grosnickle Poem
Broken by your formidable face,
In apathy one can only remain.
My love has been extirpated,
While you are just intoxicated.
So take a look at what's left,
This tearstained girl left out to dry..
Her blood runs cold,while
Last nights sins are washed away in a whisper.
This melody is set for repeat,
No more can this anguish prolong.
She's dying alone tonight,
A grim grave awaits this dispirited damsel.
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Mirella Grosnickle Poem
You may want to be famous,
But I don't deserve this..
So leave me behind,
And follow your dream.
But don't you dismiss, the way things could be.
Born to be a follower,
You can not lead your life.
Falling into the dust,
Of other peoples lies.
Forever was there waiting,
But you passed that offer by.
So forever's gone forever,
I sadly sing these lines.
You may want my heart,
But you've lost that forever,
So shut this ruinous door,
And scream your goodbye.
This weight off my chest, it's gone for the night.
Copyright © Mirella Grosnickle | Year Posted 2011
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