Crazy Man in The corner

Fifteen years
Long and cold
I have sat here
Through young and through old

Why you may ask
The truth is this
To fulfill her task
One long forgotten

The angel that sat here once before
I have not forsaken
In this corner furthest from the door
My life's dreams this has taken

Feverish trains of lost perfection
Her tears fell with pain
Shattering her transgressions
Her death was not in vane

I now sit here
Protecting what once was hers
Never to loose a single tear
I will guard this corner
For my metaphoric Angel.

Reviews

[Mz. Rosilyn Vanessa]

This piece is mind boggling and I loved it. It reminded of the Angel who guarded Jesus' tomb after his resurrection. That man in the corner was not crazy at all, he was that same Angel that guarded Jesus' tomb. I truly did enjoyed this mind boggling and spirtual piece that you have written.

[Lauren Burch]

Intense imagery. One word caught my eye - vane. I'm sure you meant to say 'vain' as 'vane' means something totally different. My suggestion would be to proofread your poetry before you post it. I have noticed this throughout your works. Some lines do seem out of place, but they do not diminish from the charm of this piece. Again, wonderful imagery, as always. Interesting write. Good luck in the "Awww... Pobrecito" contest. :)

-Lauren Burch

[Wulfstan Crumble]

First off, cool title. For sure it is sad and could be read as an internal monologue of the insane, truly believing what they are doing is real. Unless of course it is then the craziness comes from those who view him. I really liked this poem. It was simple, fantastical, sharp immagery and enough ambiguity to get us thinking.

[PhoeniX]

oh. sorta dark in a way. but not a lot. a tale of a guard at a post that must have been forgotten for so long. could it be that it was someone waiting for a realization of another one's feeling? mm.. intriguing. i saw it this way. others may see it differently. well done