Angel of Mercy

Angel of Mercy

A Poem by ~ Czarina Iris ~

Sinking, I have given up

There is no use in trying anymore

It's pointless...

I will not struggle

Though instinct tells me to fight

I will not be strong

Though I'm being told not to give up

By the distant voices I cannot silence.

For me this is the end.


The surface is now just beyond me reach

Water engulfing me, pulling me



              Down into the abyss.

I do not weep, I do not fear

The ever looming grip of Death.

He will come for me soon enough

And end my silent suffering.

He is my Angel of Mercy.


I feel cold and very weak.

My lungs scream for the oxygen I

Cannot and will not provide.

It is dark and I am ready

For the peace this darkness offers.

For just beyond its inky blackness

Is my sanctuary. This thought

Fills me with a numbness

That removes all discomfort

From my body as I sink deeper and deeper.


Trembling, I feel so cold

The water that surrounds me is like ice.

It takes away a bit of my breath

With every tremour that courses through me.

My angel reveals himself to me then

At the moment I know all is lost.

Cloaked in blackness,

Shrouded by the night,

He is here.

He reaches for me with a bony hand,

A wicked smile spreading acoss his face

And eyes that shine like a bloodied knife.


I cry, I struggle, I push against the pull

Of the abyss and my impending doom but

All in vain.

I realize too late that he is no friend of mine.

He laughs wickedly, the sound making my blood freeze.

It is as though all of Hell's demons were

Released to the earth upon the opening of his mouth.

He grips my wrist tightly, pulling me away from the surface

That is always just beyond my reach.

I know I have lost.

Death, the victor, my Angel of Mercy

Pulls me Down


                         Down but

I see no more, I hear no more, I feel no more.


I am still

I am silent

I do not cry

I do not weep

And I do not struggle.


I am dead

© 2011 ~ Czarina Iris ~

Author's Note

~ Czarina Iris ~
I haven't written anything in at least two weeks and this is the first thing that I come up with.
I won't lie, I don't know where this came from. I'm not even sure what it means or why I wrote it. I didn't even feel happy (or at all better) after I finished it.
I'm not sure what it means, but I'm determined to find out.

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Oh, god you have only gotten better since I've been away

Due to recent altercations simple words piss me off
so rather than
"I am dead"
"I have decayed"
or something

Posted 10 Years Ago

This was a very dark piece, but it was very good. I loved the emotions within this. Maybe you were feeling depressed at the time you wrote it. Something bad may have happened to you when you were younger and it is just coming back to bite you. You did an excellent job on this poem. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago

A deep write it put me in mind of a friend who recently died I suppose death can be a blessing sometimes

Posted 10 Years Ago

Dark and deep. You were in a not so good place when this came out, maybe it's something that shouldn't be thought on for too long. Great read.


Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on June 4, 2011
Last Updated on June 9, 2011
Tags: angel, of, mercy, eva mace, death, friend, life, illusion, reality, drown, drowning, loathing, fear, self, terror, pain, suffering


~ Czarina Iris ~
~ Czarina Iris ~

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