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Sitting in Corners

Poetry By: eludingdarling
Poetry


They are many corners in life, and many people is in them. Can anyone save them?


Submitted:Jun 13, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


Sitting in the corner is a lone figure with his head down.

Sitting in another is a crying lady.

Sitting is a scared child.

Sitting is an angle, oh angle they pray so hard

They want out so will you please lift your head

Move your lips and smile their way

Save them all

But you can't

So the child falls to the ground in hysteria

The lady tears at her eyes

The lone figure has found a rope

Sitting is an angle, Oh angle they pray so hard

They want you so will you please

Please save them all

But you can't

The child is screaming like bloody murder

The lady is scratching at the walls

The lone figure stands just so he can fall

Oh angle, please, please save someone

Save some one

Please smile their way and

Please, please let me believe in angles

White so safe we won't die

Please, save a soul

The child has found suffering

The lady is gone

The figure is locked

This isn't what I meant

In another room they sit in a corner

Do I want it to end?

Please pretty angle, save some one

Grace fall like tears from god

Please, please save

In the night of a terrible day I want to believe

In sweet angles who look over us

Who do something when we're living in corners

So please, please save them

They pray so hard, through sobs

Please, please save them all

But you can't

They remain there until

Until who knows

Please I'm begging you

Pretty angle

Save them all

But you can't

The child has grown so afraid

Broken toys

The lady is covering up

Red stained napkins

And the loner is a goner

The rope vibrates

Oh pretty angle, pretty angle

Save someone

But can you, can you?

Does everyone get watched at night?

Or have we done something wrong

Do we no longer have pretty angles in the night of a terrible day?

Do you only come when we die?

Or are some just unlucky

Please, please pretty angle

Save

Four graves in the corner of a lonely grave

Pretty angle, there are more corners

So please, please save them all

But you can't

So please, please save someone

Can you?

I want to believe of soft feathers

And shining light

So please save someone

And now I'm sitting in a corner

Please pretty angle leave me

Save them all

But you can't

Save someone

Leave me

I can hear the screams for help

It echoes in this tiny room

Please leave me

Save them all

But you can't

Save someone

Watch over them through the night of a terrible day

Please, they pray so hard

Lips quivering

I pray too, but please pretty angle

Save them

Leave me if you can't save them all

Please pretty angle

Save them all

But you can't

Save someone

Please, please pretty angle

Save someone





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