An Angel's Cry
by alice oiseau
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Just let the rain drown me
Just let the flames burn me
Just let the silence suffocate me
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Reflection stares and mocks
Words and promises echo
Mind taunts and teases
Can't escape.
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Longing for your voice
But must stay back
Must be strong
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You visit my dreams
You comfort me
I can hear you
I can feel you
But then I awake...
Heartache.
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Lost.
Trembling.
Staring at a blank page.
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I don't know where to step.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what's okay.
I don't know...
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Rest,
Rest,
Rest,
I'll let you rest...
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Embrace the memories
One day we'll make new ones
One day I'll live again
One day I'll breathe again
But until then...
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This angel falls for now.
This heart weeps.
This soul dies...
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Take this daffodil
and remember me.
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I'd just written a whole two hundred word comment before this one, telling you to pull yourself together. As you can see, i didn't post it.
Why?
Because I know it's not an easy time for you, and you need to work this out with yourself first, before you put it all behind you. We all care about you Alice, and though I was not easily conformed with the idea, ( and am about to contradict my thoughts) take all the time you need. :)
And by the way, depression is not something I will be able to get used to seeing from you. Trust me, it doesn't give a soon-to-be Psychiatrist much pleasure, or anyone else for that matter.
Posted: Aug 16, 2008
well Alice its a lovely tho sad poem. really says how you must be feeling, tho i didn't realise you had been hurt so much. life can be beautiful and cruel at the same time. it gives you something beautiful which you treasure and would never swap, but then it takes it away, tho you would never change the memories they can be so painful.
Express your pain through your work, i always find that a good part of the healing process. unfortunately pain produces beautiful poetry, which is what we have here!
Oh sorry i havent read the last few chapters of your novel, i've been away for a week and will be gone again soon for a week or so, so l'll have to catch up before i go.
Good luck, and take care!
Posted: Aug 18, 2008
you need to many big hugs. That reminds me of my mom and I, when I was little, I used to hate it wen my mom went away on a business trips, so she's set up a "hug bank" for me, where she'd hug me a lot and say that she was putting all the hugs in my hug bank, and she said that when she was gone, I could take the hugs out of the hug bank. So whenever I missed her I'd give myself a hug.
I'm not sure if that's comfort or just a story, but whenever I'm mad at my mom I try to remember the hug bank thing to try and not be mad at her. But the poem itself is really, really good, I'm really impressed, it's emotionally driven, and clouded with mystery and sadness. But you did a good job, I really wish I could help you somehow...but I'm not very good at comforting, because not much has happened to me so I can't give advice or anything. All I can say is something someone (I forgot who) told me: "Smile once a day and eat lots of chocolate."
Posted: Aug 21, 2008