Tears Of Angels

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
No pity, no sympathy, please.
Cover image: Pixabay.com.

Submitted: August 22, 2019

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Tears Of Angels

 

I don’t want the tears of angels,

they need not weep for me;

I don’t have time for pity

and reject all sympathy.

The problems of my making

are forcing me to cry;

they will not cease a tiny bit;

they beg for me to die.

The voices cry out for my blood,

they hunger now to taste

and urge me to get on with it;

they have no time to waste.

The scent of iron fills the air,

the roses bow in bloom,

their thorny stems invading

and encasing every room.

I want no weeping angels;

I’ll shed one single blood-red tear,

don’t pity me one second

I'll stand and feel no fear.


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