Pic. Courtesy: InternetIts time for me to leave....
in the faint light of the flickering candle ...
I see her...with broken wings....
with promise in her eyes..
as she waits for me....
I hurry to write my last words...
She came to take me away...
to carry me from darkness to light...
But here i must end...
for her wings are broken...and
I am too full with sins..
for here shall I lurk till eternity...
till I redeem myself.
My emancipation...My angel sat beside and wept...
Her cold touch gave me calmness....
If that is what is wanted...so be it...
I shall change this darkness into light...
and then i shall have my freedom....
and I'll deliver my angel from darkness to light....
and beyond...
With my lost reason for freedom.
And I shall live...in this darkness and light..
Forever.
3 whispers that i heard....:
nice work...the darkness the absence of light grace and a little bit of flickering hope(am i quoting the candle?)add an wondrous aura to this piece...there s a morbid but optimistic quality to this...hope ur able deliver ur angel.... ;)
aah neat! i liked d shades in d poem... d play wd light n darkness is mesmerisin! thumbs up! :)
Liked the tenacity of hope in your poem.
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