Emergence: By Ella

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I chose the name before I wrote the poem, and it came out a little differently then I thought it would, but I kept the name. I dunno why, I just like it. This poem was inspired by the image. :D

Submitted: July 31, 2008

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When I lay down on my bed for the night,
When I pull my blanket around me and close my eyes,
Then images appear behind my lids,
And nothing I do can banish them.

Every night, night after night they appear,
For my sanity I fear,
Always out of swirling red mist do they come,
The latest a fallen angel of evil and good.

His black wings battered and torn,
His face hidden in the shadow from which he was born,
A shaven head rests upon brute shoulders,
And powerful hands grip the air around them.

He comes for, I know he does,
One day the red mist will come,
He’ll whisk me away into darkness,
And I’ll not be coming back again.

These past months I’ve lived in fear,
Afraid to shut my eyes,
I know he’s there, lurking behind my lids,
I just don’t know why.

My friends don’t know what’s going on,
I won’t tell them, they’d think me insane,
And to tell the truth, I might agree,
But I know that soon he’ll come for me.

It’s the truth, I’m telling you,
But no one would believe me,
And in a padded cell I would wait,
Awaiting my dismal fate.

He’s coming, maybe tonight, maybe the next,
I cannot live like this,
In constant fear of the very moment,
But still I wait, I wait for him.


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