They Came Down from the Sky

I scribbled this down during a burst of thought. I havn't changed a single syllable from how I wrote it down. I thought it would be fun to see what you could come up with in terms of fixing it up.

And that day I decided

There wasn’t anyone coming for me

No one to,

Intervene

 

And I wasn’t going to fight them anymore

The Whisperers

 

And so I started to listen

And as the world grows older

I have stayed the same

But I could feel it

Feel it, in my skin

Just below the surface

Bleeding through

 

Until they came down

And wiped it all away.

And if only I had reached a little farther

If only I had listened

But here I am now

Waiting for their return

 

And I can still hear them whispering

And it’s dirty little things

And things we take on faith

And things we’ve always known were there

 

And as I fall into a sleep

I dreamed a sigh of my relief

It was all just"

In my head

They would never find me here

 

I’m sinking away

And its all just

A slow and violent process (decline)

 

And as the world turns pale and grey

And it all begins to fade away

I look to the sky at the descending light

They have found me here

 

And looking through the blinding white

I begin to see a face

He stood there

In front of me

 

And beside him were two men

Whose composer was that of a blinding light

And they each reached their hand on his shoulder

And in union they spoke through him.

 

“You can never get away”

Reviews

[shanise]

Don't change a word of that! It's amazing, I really REALLY like it!

[little lily Bride of Ch..]

love this poem I never fear others or any thing else if i do i say i fear no evil for you are with me lord your my Headge around me like a protection it goes away but never been afraid for long have always had a strong will and Brave spirit like a warrior a Warrior of god. Nice write i like this

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know. I was taught better to go out like a lion then die like cattle going into the slaughter house. I like the feel of the poem. We can keep falling and cannot see the road to freedom. Better to reach out and go the other direction. A very good poem. The ending was very good.
Coyote