The Angels don't cry for me.

A very old poem. I learn you can't be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness.

The Angels don' cry for me.

The kind Angels don't cry or pray for a man with no conscious.

They can give only soft caresses to calm uncontrolled anger and energy.

I sat by the Monterey Bay wishing to be somewhere else.

I was haunted by mistakes.

My greed for flesh and money had  left me alone and desperate.

The sun fell into sea. I watched the first star appear.

I wished upon the first star.

For a dark eyed girl to come back to me.

Then I remembered I was the foolish man  who left her.

Left her with tears in her beautiful brown eyes.

Her haunting words are a part of me now." Please stay." If I left her.

No-one would ever love me again."

 I sat drowning in self pity and anger.

Wished a fool's dream.

To go back in time and hold on.

Angels don't forgive the cold and heartless men.

Men who drain young flesh and leave them for dead.

I found her once.

My brown eyed girl came to me.

She put her arms around me.

Whispered "I forgive you. Please take care of yourself."

She walked away with a true love hand in hand.

I saw she found joy in a man who knew he held a real diamond.

I drank my tequila alone and told the world to back off by the Seaside ocean.

I fell into the sea.

Trying to feel some kind of emotion.

I finally cried  tears for breaking a sweet woman heart.

I sat and waited for the sun to rise from the east.

Not knowing if a man could be forgiven for deeds done without heart or conscious?

I pray to the Gods of the sea, the sky and the earth for forgiveness.

I tossed the tequila down. I walked the cold and lonely beach.

The kind Angels are crying for me now.

They are praying for a man who held greed and hate as his love.

I sat by the sea wet,cold and understanding.

Love is the most beautiful and sweetest gift.

 When a sweet woman open up her heart and soul to you.

Hold on to her tightly.

Give long and sweet kisses.

Don't let go.

                                    Coyote

                                  Sept 1992

Author's Note

A re-write. I'm thankful for the help I received on this site. My writing had improved. Thank you kind writers.

Reviews

[UnendingOceans]

Rule 17: Omit needless words (from the Elements of Style by Strunk and White). I point this out because I think this would be a stronger poem if you remove the underbrush that serves no purpose. Get rid of the words that don't move the images, feelings, and thoughts forward. If you have trouble finding them, read the poem aloud. You'll hear the places it stumbles.

[Poe Redd]

So sad and beautiful I almost cried, especially the ending.

[demureminds]

I love this. The way you detail each line with raw emotions icing the pain and torment on. Beautifully written, loved the ending.

[Q]

You truly captured the tormented mind. I feel as though I'm sitting right there beside him and sometimes within. A beautiful though painful journey. Great work!

[kenneth bugel]

Coyote,Iam a person who truly believes in Angels. i liked your story very much. Thank you for commenting on my story i truly appreciate it

[Sunny Skye]

This is an amazing poem. It's like a story. I enjoyed every bit of it. Thank you for the amazing read.

-Skyeblanco

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

this is such a tender poem- it's amazing to see how you made such bitter feelings seem so sad and regretful

sometimes the worst of our emotions can inspire us to write the best of our writing pieces

[Leigh]

Your sincerity really comes out in this and so it seems you are writing about a real life experience. You write about it with great sorrow and bitterness about the mistakes or decisions you made, a crossroads you came to maybe, in this re-occurring theme. I am not thoroughly convinced you have accepted your lot with this, do you write to convince yourself or the readers?

[Kenneth The Poet]

Cool stuff. You write about despondency so well.

[reflectingus]

This struck like a realization, a lesson, and it was written in the most beautiful way. We tend to let go, and get ourselves in conflict, and then guilty, we ache to go back to the painless past because the present is just too painful. It is always so comforting to read your witty poems, please keep writing.