Poem -
Self Sacrifice
Fill me right,
With the brilliant white,
Guiding light,
Prayers to be answered this same night.
Fill the tub of faith,
Impatient people cannot wait,
Time is early but I am late,
Bloody traffic flows from lacerated vein.
Imagining a man of old,
Water red, body cold,
Tired Angel hands no longer hold,
The blood stained soul unfairly sold.
Fading sight bodies turned blue,
All life sucked out of the room,
If this is happiness never knew,
Dreampt of going home but heaven was not for you.
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Comments
Really like this Devon, well constructed:)
this line especially wowed me
"Tired Angel hands no longer hold,
The blood stained soul unfairly sold".
~ brilliant line, great write mate xoxo love to you nardine.
p.s ~ very odd picture haha, but i like it.
Thank you Nardine hope all is well this one is a bit morbid and i was hesitant to use that picture but it was all i could find that spoke to me about this poem. Good to hear from you Nardine.