I lay down to rest in complete silence
When I finally drift off, the voices start to murmur
Reminding me of all the past violence
They tell me of things I had long ago forgotten
I don't want to remember them
There voices are like some sort of toxin
My mind conjures up ideas and fears
That turn into something worse then nightmares
A small voice so young and fair
Sounds like a windchime in the air
He searches for it, inside his nightmares
The voice, so innocent, cires a wail so scared
The sound ripping, tearing through his insides
To her he pleads, don't say your goodbyes
Hot tears emit from her blue eyes
She can't move and she can't find the light
Locked in a dungeon, her soul resides
For years and years she has hid her fears
But now her hope has turned to a dying flame
Maybe her past life was to blame
Her beautiful wings can no longer hide her pain
He's cast into a dark, lonely world
That reminds him of his own life
Clearly he thought, no one else shared
To repent for his past sins
He must save the angel
That never should have been
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