Through my haze,
A light appears.
Hands reach out,
Pulling, pulling, pulling me.
With a bright flash,
An angel flies down;
Reaching for me;
calling for me.
The sweet voice smiles,
"Arise my child,
"It is a new day.
" Arise."
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Poetry of Sadness
PoetryThese are poems that I made when I was going through a hard time in my life, and some that I have written recently.
