Angels Over RichmondA Poem by PerditionMaybe 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 © 2018 Perdition
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Know That I Too
We are never alone (a poem for mental health month)
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5 Reviews Added on September 20, 2018 Last Updated on October 6, 2018 AuthorPerditionVAAboutTwo quids from the soul of a clown: Keep writing, otherwise I refer to Mr. Cobain below~ more..Writing
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