Angels

This is a poem based around the idea that suicidal people are just angels that want to go home.

Eyes implicated with sorrow
The scent of rain lingering about tomorrow,
A sheer whisper of the past once known
Up above to where the white sheets are thrown

A desire for physical decay,
To return to a place I once lay,
With thou mighty's protection
A longing to reconcile his affection

The creations of green and flow of blue appeared better from above
The white sheets embracing one with love
My lungs burning with grief to return,
As to where i belong engraves me with concern

Surrounded by thy complexity
Of minds blinded by a breath so heavenly
This place rotates with such similarity
thou mighty had described thee.

Reviews

[Pax]

Intriguing Idea, a nice flip-slide of the common story. I enjoyed it!

[a-decaying-soul]

Thank you! Thats very nice to hear! :)

[Pax]

welcome :)

[m.s.early]

This is written with a perspective as unique as its voice.

Yes, the soul is eternal before and after time. I suppose there is a part of alll believers that know we return from whence we came.

[a-decaying-soul]

Yes, i think as humans we always rely upon the scheme of there being something greater. I think its a very deep and spiritual topic to look into and can be quite subjective. Thank you for sharing your view. :)

[BlueDreams]

A very powerful poem it is! Really the detailed description is just breathtaking :) I loved it :)
100/100..

[a-decaying-soul]

Thank you!! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is an interesting perspective....rather than a giving up, i don't want to live anymore..this idea is more of a "i want to go back into the womb...i want to be where i was before i came here and found nothing but pain and suffering.

[a-decaying-soul]

Yes in a way i think that is very true, thank you for your view its always interesting to hear how others view my work :)