Heart Attack (Death Of A Pavement Angel)

The world is a still

And silent

Freeze frame

And I,

Lying here

With a dying heart,

I am the

Pavement Angel

 

 

My arms are

Flung wide

In a messy sprawl

My legs

Twisted beneath me

My wings

Invisible

Against the

Smooth grey

Of the concrete slabs

On which I rest

 

Too tired to fly

To the more

Traditional

(More

Comfortable)

Clouds above

 

 

I am the Pavement Angel

With my soft

Tired

Crumpled

Features

My wrinkled skin

And my sticklike

Limbs

I lay

A broken shell

A mere shadow

Of a former self

So fragile

Against the cool

Ground

That the

Paramedics

(With their

Young and healthy

Appearances)

Are afraid to

Move me

 

 

I smile

A thin

(Angelic)

Smile

And say

 

‘Don’t worry

I’m quite alright

Here thank you,

I’m just having

A little rest’

 

I ignore their

Strange looks

And muttered

Words

(Heart Attack

Is used a fair

Few times)

And sink deeper

Into the

Trance-like

Haze that seems

To surround me

 

 

And suddenly

The clouds

Have rushed down

To greet me

The winds ruffling

My feathers

 

 

 

I guess I’m not

A Pavement Angel

Anymore…

 

Reviews

[~angelalala~]

this is an interesting poem. i liked it. dark, yet beautiful. maybe the warped thoughts of someone dying on the road after a car wreck or a fall. the last 2 stanzas are my favorite. well written.

[Hoshi Nami]

this reminds me of a short story i once read called "el hombre viejo con alas enormes" or "the old man with giant wings".
this is a very interesting poem- the images you potray are very peaceful but there is definetly the more menecing underlying question of death and sickness.
good job.

[Chirpy!]

thats a great poem. it feels happy, peaceful.

[Eira Anchor]

Claire, I think you need to see a physciatrist. If that is how you spell it. I it's not don't bother.

[EMP]

well i can see both the point of views from your parents :P it's really really really (x1mil) good :)