Inspired greatly by Angel Beats!
These long and dark halls,
where time is lost wandering,
I have spent too long.
Is this heart beating?
It seems rather dead to me;
roaming endlessly.
What's that up ahead?
A flash of light in pitch black,
I think I see her.
Can you not hear it?
The angel's piano is
singing out to me
There's no more sorrow,
and a smile on me, but it's
a bittersweet end.
YOU ARE READING
Talking to Myself
PoesiaSad poetry I write when I need to vent about something. I share it in hopes of someone being able to relate to what I write and maybe it will help them. I feel this part of my life has concluded and a similar yet new ongoing poetry collection will b...
