Pain Of here (poem)
God they call me, twisting, turning, sleeping, falling.
And so on silent wings, the angels lulled me to sleep, fading into heavens keep, twisting in this holy light, I succumb to the warm illusion
Into a ceaseless dream,
Into this spring I slip, the waters cold, I bite me lips.
Not once did I scream, I can?t, it hurts, to pull at the stitches, and sputter out words. Make it stop, all of this.
Over and over I hear the earth cry, angel save us, angel help us, what dose it mean?
Falling into a dream, a nightmare, I float untouched by light and human warmth or pain, but yet alone, was there once someone here?
Home, where I wish I was, wish I knew, do I have one, I am lost now more then ever.
I a beaten orphan, left in the rain, crying, sick, dying.
Everlasting, this numbness, my hands are cold, my muscles weak, am I dead or just an angel?
Reality is twisting warping, backwards, is this heaven this dream world of mirrors and unidentifiable colors or is it hell?
Everything I see, Is it what I need, what I need to escape......the
pain of here?