Darkened shades of brilliant scarlet bleed onto the ground, destroying the drunken pale sidewalk. Distant screams of utter terror and absolute horror echo all around and blare painfully in my ears. The dull, dying sky sheds its tears of lost hope and forgotten childish dreams. Every now and again, the cries that lie in the background of it all are drowned out by the roaring of the demons as they fail to capture the flashing, streaked angels. The world around my broken soul begins to swirl in a mix of colors, sounds, and emotions. I'm not sure whether I'm dying or simply losing my sanity- maybe both. To most this would depict horror, sadness, and fear, however, to me, this depicts a picture of peace and comfort as I am stolen from my body and lifted up towards the raging demons and the twinkling angels. The world's battle has just begun and the spiritual world is in chaos, but my battle is over and my peace is won. Two burning angels
shakily reach down, and with trembling hands, they guide me to Heaven.
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Hey guys! I know this isn't a poem, but I wrote this from my heart. It has it's own special meaning to me and I haven't given it one true meaning so that it can have a special meaning to each of you. I really hope you all enjoy it and get something out of it. Luv you all!💙
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Broken
PoetryPoetry is a way of expressing our most dark, twisted, confusing emotions that we feel no one understands. You are not alone in how you feel or what you are going through. These poems are written to help people realize that and feel less alone. WARN...
