This is the very first poem I ever wrote in my whole life, maybe 10 years or so ago. I was taking creative writing lessons in Middle School and became inspired to write because of it, and this was my creative spark's first result. I think this poem should rightfully be dedicated to someone, so I dedicate it to Abby_Live since she sends messages from a fallen angel. ;) I also can relate to more of her poetic works than anyone else's on Wattpad so it's only fitting. Enjoy!
&&& Anastasia
Within the worlds of hate and love,
I'm trapped by four cold walls,
And to my window came a dove,
To show me through these halls.
I tried to call out to you,
With my dying breath,
I guess the message did not go through,
And so, I await death.
I lay there stranded and bleeding,
Though I have no blood to shed,
In my mind I'm kneeling, pleading,
To break thy daily bread.
With curtains closed and candles lit,
A tear rolls down me cheek,
A blade, my wrist, and so I slit,
And fall to the floor, weak.
Then I think back at those moments,
As my life flies past my eyes,
You kissed me and gave me compliments,
As we watched stars in the skies.
Another tear rolls down my cheek,
As my breathing slows,
For every year, and every week,
A chosen few so knows.
That when a fallen angel cries,
Of his the tears are tainted,
And when a fallen angel dies,
Of it's blood, the world is painted.
So within the worlds of hate and love,
I walked the road alone,
And thus I found a fallen dove,
For this I can atone.
We all shall die with hate or love,
Though it may not be our fault,
All we do is push and shove,
We never ever halt.
And so I stand there and call out to you,
With my dying breath,
I guess the message did not go through,
And so, I await death.
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Life Poetry
PoetryAll of the poems I write into this book is a collaboration of old and new poems that I write, or have written throughout my life. Some will be funny, some romantic, depressing and even just random. There is no way to tell what might inspire me nex...
