Angels Over Richmond

Maybe they are angels

Who am I to deny them their wings

I watch them leave

I watch them drift with the river into some gentler eventual fate

Sleeping souls from the cradle into deeper darkness

Into the weary eyes of all the collective passersby’s

Weaving a last hello

And I know that I cannot follow

And I know that I have failed

I feel it like the first heartbreak, innocent 

Their faces tangle and twist, turning into their own deep chasm

Into an empty cloud

Into rooms of cold chairs

White sheets draped with silent shoulders

Glistening

If I could only know 

If I could only be assured that they have found their home

They are the lost thread within 

And when I turn 

They are gone

I walk, and my steps against the predawn streets 

Return to ghostly gray

I imagine I am free as I begin to bleed

The wound is unforgiving

Knowing that sadness can be a city

Knowing that silence can be a moment l regret 

And a thousand deaths louder than I have ever wept before

Reviews

[LazerRays]

This was a very in depth and the emotion is swirling. I love "and when I turn
they are gone"
like you are searching but never seeking. How sad and tragic this is. I love this- the set up is lovely :)

[Perdition]

So you read it huh..lol. Thank you. Some days the process isn't something you want to revisit for fear of loosing what you have built into you hand or soul from thousands of nights burning candles with the melting hours of night, but every now and then it brings out a definitive smile when someone else catches that line or two that you bled and died over, and most certainly when that someone else writes like a planet on fire with a fearless, unquenchable voice .Thanks and smiles~

[LazerRays]

youre super welcome. interersting concept! hahaha

[Esther]

As Barley said, your angels are, indeed, reminiscent of ghosts and speak of despair in a tragic, yet, beautiful way

[Perdition]

So many lives to live in one instance....a flock of balloons or a crackle of light can change everything in an instant...the stray outline of a cat as he angles from the dark road into the woods with the wind in his heart...It's hard to make it through a day sometimes but I am grateful to know you stopped yours here to read a little. Thank you Esther

[Esther]

You're welcome!

[barleygirl]

Your angels are described in a way that reminds me of ghosts . . . or maybe I'm just too immersed in Halloween lately. I love the way this is told with subtle spooky overtones like a Halloween tale. I love that there's an unstructured splash of rhyme & also those occasional repeating lines for emphasis. The heavy ghostly overtones can be felt in each of your well-crafted lines (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

Thanks Margie, still has a few bumps but Queenie won't let me touch it anymore..lol. I will but sometimes you need that distance to see closer. Hugs!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

why have you failed...you bled, you pressed, you walked...you sorrowed? This is so haunting in my moment of gone..I will return by choice...in those moments...

[Perdition]

Why indeed ? I couldn't save them...though the story is one relayed i might as well have been but a cup of pins among the crowd.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I heard them pop...

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I usually don't like when you edit these...but today I don't wanna know because I don't feel regret...

[Perdition]

Neither do I but what isn't worth destroying isn't worth creating and for now it's finished
..Thanks Cripplled Queen (??)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Just a bunch of guts and ruts...ill be different next week :)

[Perdition]

Won't we all

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I'm gonna be toothless just in time for Halloween!

[Perdition]

Sounds perfect