My Guardian Angel

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I wrote this poem after having a "pen friend" on a poetry site who knew just how I worked. If I was down he seemed to know. If I was good he knew as well. He has helped me through many difficult times as I hopefully have done for him. He was going to stop writing and I was completely selfish as I needed him to keep me going. I named him my Guardian Angel...alas he is still writing!

Submitted: January 26, 2010

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Submitted: January 26, 2010



You understand my thoughts, as I did yours,
A sentiment of misery, friendly comments no more.
The sadness I feel so deeply down within my soul,
knowing that you will no longer be there to console.

I feel as though forever our worlds we have shared,
life so different, after your words of wisdom said.
You cheered me when thoughts were often very blue,
encouraged me to write in different styles too.

For a total stranger, you seem so familiar to me,
you have many talents that you just don’t seem to see.
Another world apart, you touched my heart within,
words cannot describe the sorrow now set in.

We somehow were aligned, a coincidence of time,
although so encouraging, a melancholy kind.
To just accept change and not analyse reasons,
to acknowledge your decision, accepting ending seasons.

The smothering of your soul, has troubled you within,
with many demons that lay inside deeply in.
Nearly parallel similarities, a paradigm of time,
for once I am speechless, as words can’t describe.

I have placed before you my masks of disguise,
with overwhelmed anxiety, I would often run to hide.
The walls I build, to stop melancholy creeping in,
the sense of loss I’m feeling deep down within.

A fellow creature of the night, a buddy and a friend,
your comments and connections now to an end.
A treasure to behold, a memory no-one can steal,
a being of emotion, full of sadness I now feel.

You stopped me being drowned from ingrained memoirs,
although words you’ve said will never heal the scars.
The thoughts of you going and no longer “Silver Wings”,
while never met,  I have lost a mate, a pal, a friend.

A journey from the beginning, the past now unfurled,
feeling bleak and vulnerable to the poetry world.
You helped towards my confidence that was once blown,
my guardian angel now again to be alone.

© 25/9/09

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