Angels guiding

 

I hear the distant song,

are the angels calling?

I feel I'm falling.

I may need their light,

are they going to sing?

I'm scared of this darkening night.

 

Are the angels watching?

Are they laughing?

at my misguided attempts

at being human.

Or are they sighing?

I can't see the wall for all the writing.

I don't know

how much more I can withstand.

I bury myself in sand,

not just my head.

I'm down deep

wishing I was dead.

 

Are the angels guiding?

Then I may have taken a wrong pathway.

Did they notice I was lagging?

That I was not smiling

as much as grimacing

whilst the day was flagging.

I don't know how much I can take,

my mind started to break

a long while back.

I'm under constant attack

from my own feelings.

My failings.

You may question my ways,

I question myself every day.

 

Are the angels guiding?

Or are demons hiding,

riding forked lightning,

whist they stick out forked tongues.

I don't know if I can bounce back.

I've been flat for too long.

Not a ball, nor a bat.

I'm just a person that tried

to find his cracked feet,

amongst the crazy paving

of these broken streets.

 

Are the angels guiding?

Or is the song in my head?

Repeating over and over again

until my sense has fizzled out.

It's too much I shout.

But the sky doesn't listen.

Though sometimes tears of rain glisten,

when the sun comes out.

 

Are the angels calling me?

I may be a boat adrift on stormy seas,

but I'm not ready to hear their song.

I'll keep floating along.

Fingers in ears

Because the song has many verses

to be sung

and I want a few more years.

 

 

 

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