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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Skywards

 

I look upward, skywards.

Twinkling like fireflies,

distant and dazzling,

galaxies explode before my eyes.

I witness time.

Aeons have passed,

so many stories

the sky has amassed.

 

I look up, I see truth,

flickering

in the ethereal midnight blue.

A million candles burning,

flames dancing.

I'm yearning,

entranced by the way

the sky seems to be turning.

 

To divert my eyes - a crime.

To look away would be

like doing time.

So, I look.

Upwards.

The sky opens like a book.

A history lesson,

text written 

in glitter sprinkles

as all the stars twinkle.

 

 

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Cloud Nine

 

I should have been on cloud nine

but I wasn't even on clouds one or two.

I couldn't savour the view.

It is nothing new, feeling dejected.

On the surface of this ocean, I project

a calmness of emotion

but underneath the waves

a torrent of rejection,

flapping and floundering

to stop me from drowning.

 

I should have been on cloud nine

but three and four eluded me.

I could only whine.

All I'm left with

a glassful of heartache,

a bottle full of fears

and I will drink until I'm drowning

in my own wasteful tears.

My crowning glory

always the ending of the story.

 

I should have been on cloud nine

but five, six and seven were all blocked.

The waves crashing, their anger cascades

down on me like a tonne of rocks.

In shock. I struggle to keep afloat.

My legs ache. 

My body broke.

I'm gasping for air. 

To fill burned lungs

as I'm sinking

not sure I'll breathe again,

I think my song is sung.

 

I should have been on cloud nine,

I couldn't even reach cloud eight.

My happiness hidden,

behind a locked gate.

I'm stuck with it looming,

blocking me

and I don't have the key.

 

 

 

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