She walks alone.
No one to greet her,
No one to direct her,
No one to stop her.
A fallen angel has been canned.
Eyes bright but seeing nothing;
They only deceive her.
Fools have played this game
Too many times.
And yet, they win.
Every time.
She won’t take that.
Her heart can’t stretch anymore.
It’s not made to feel so much.
She stumbles,
Memory blocking her way.
If only, if only.
Why do you grow so cold?
So cold.
And yet, wrapped in this confusion,
This aching, wanting, needing,
Paralyzing her from going any farther.
A fallen angel has been canned.
We can’t take back the thoughts we’ve had,
She owns her life, but no one knows.
Her secrets are her own as well.
If she can’t tell them, she can’t live.
But who does she tell?
If she’s blind already, who can see her?
Ears deafened by the shrieking sirens
Cannot hear those painful cries.
Arms burdened by responsibility
Cannot support the weak.
Laughter peeks around the corner of her mind,
But frightened by the torment of her thoughts,
It runs away.
A fallen angel has been canned.
It takes a lot of energy to live a lie.
But somehow she finds some remaining strength,
And her pace quickens along the narrow, winding street.
She’s running to a place where no one goes.
Her feet, the petals of a flower,
Do not make a sound.
She can’t turn back now.
Too many wasted times were caught in her hand,
And thrown away.
Chances that would never show themselves again.
Forgotten by everyone
But her.
Too many times.
If only, if only.
Why do you grow so cold?
So cold.
She falls to the ground,
And the pain of memory grips her swollen heart.
Why can’t they see, she cries.
They know what to look for.
But they’ll never know
What to find.
A fallen angel has been canned.
Pillows of forgiveness seem so far away.
To search for anything truthful..
No, that couldn’t be right.
It’s too hard.
So how do you find the truth in a haystack of lies?
Too many answers to so few questions.
How can we find the time?
She doesn’t have it anymore.
They take too much of her.
And now, pain isn’t enough.
They want something else.
Where does the day go?
If only, if only.
Why do you grow so cold?
So cold.
And yet, they will never find what they’re looking for.
And so she falls to her knees in the darkened street,
Wishing that everything would change,
And that everything was the same.
And with her head in her hands,
She quietly begins to cry.
A fallen angel has been canned.
It’s me they want.
I’d be happy to post more of my poetry if there’s an interest.
Of course there’s an interest. I love reading new peoples additions to this Forum. 😀
Anywayse, on to my comment:
I like the piece. It is very well written and I like the rythum and the build-up that you create with each line. Makes me think. . . it’s a very sad and emotional piece. Keep it up. ^^. I hope to see you post more works here.
P.S: As a side note, you do know that you have to post your own little poetry section right?
P.S: As a side note, you do know that you have to post your own little poetry section right?
No, I didn’t know. But I changed the subject, Thank you very much! And thank you so much to both of you for the comments, it really means a lot to me.
Here is the most recent poem that I’ve done. I am really proud of this one, so I hope you like it.
Savior
Only time can save us now
We’ve forgotten all the better days
To reach a certain point and stop
We can’t just make it go away
Memories can destroy a soul
But time can heal any wound
Could I take a breath to fill my mind-
A dream can never be assumed
Pictures begin to fade away
I almost forget the way you looked
This can be taken in different ways
It means you no longer have me hooked
Upon a moment of pure delight
The rays of happiness shooting through
You seemed so distant, so unreal
I almost could have never known you
But did I ever really know you?
You never even knew my name
You never could have guessed about me
And still the unwanted feelings came
I couldn’t begin to understand
The way you held me in your time
Passing by, I’ll remember
What was yours and what was mine
A stone could block our way, indeed
But always we can rise above
All we need is countless guidance
And just a little bit of love
Breath upon my fingertips
I never knew; I never tried
Knowing what was haunting me
I could sit there as it cried
Your voice could never speak to me
And any kind of familiarity-
Just a little recognition
Could ruin all our informality
I tried to be good; I really did
To follow a list of rights and wrongs
But temptation can lead to so many things
And it just carried me along
I saw too many awful things
In a year that lost too many lives
I can’t help that very much right now
But I strongly hope that peace revives
I placidly watch the leaves fall for a while
And fill my head with bittersweet thoughts
I try to forget, but I can’t stop seeing you
Or remembering the feeling of my heart tied in knots
I wish the wind could fly me away
To a place where you had never been
Maybe then I could find another
Way to focus my attention
Bright lights and flickering flames
Could light my way for a while
But nothing shows a path for me
Like your eyes, your voice, or your smile
My lies to myself and everyone else
Are beginning to be forgotten
And it’s easier now to find a place
That you and my nightmare are not in
Continuing on seems possible
And much more than just a fallacy
And maybe I can overcome
This inane and childish fantasy.