Waiting on an Angel in December

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sean_krazy
Junior Member

since 2002-09-14

Posts 33

0 posted 2002-09-17 04:04 PM

Waiting on an Angel in December

If I were afraid of anything in this world,
It would be this fate predestined to me.
I prayed to Him many a time to spare me of this revelation,
My words were merely forgotten.
These tears falling down my eyes…
Lost in Life,
A fool to wander hopelessly for meaning
I lye down with emptiness within,
In this cold place with tears wiping these
reminisces I have of my past…

All the times when I felt insecure,
I ran and hid behind closed walls.
What a waste when I begged for mercy,
No sympathy for the retarded, the discarded.
This is my placeBecause I fell in love with my only friend.
Aloof from society, day by day
We only loved each other a little too more.
We always laughed, as mad people were alike
We always hugged, as mad people were alike
We always cried, as we were all alike.
I still wait in this sweet December awaiting her return…

How many times have I begged please?
No one answered me.
Am I doomed to spend here for eternity?
I have sometimes cried and laughed out of madness.
Other days passed when I ate no food.
They sometimes tied me in chains in this cold solitude place.
Out of hysteria I sometimes hid in corners
Only to be played by the callous wardens.
I bled, bled and bled,
My limbs twitching with pain.
With this blood I painted the walls
How much I have cried in and for December…

Was fate jealous of us?
Every night I cried in her arms
I slept in her lap.
Everything I could have,
Was from her.
One day, this was all gone.
My mind filled with love and yet pain,
It was all yet too much to bear.
My parents hit me.  Out of anger, fright,
And paranoia, I retaliated.  I hit the womb
That gave birth to me.
As I am mad, I was hit, captured and thrown
Into a rehabilitation center.
My love grabbed my hands.  She cried with tears.
I screamed back.  She attacked the people in white.
I grabbed my hair out of anger.  I spread my hands
To not let go the one person who I loved.
I was being torn away from her.
I struggled, struggled and struggled to get lose.
She was dragged away from me.
I cried, screamed and fell unconscious.
The only words I remember before I fell
Was that she would see me in December…

Now as I lay dying waiting for many a December,
The only thing she had forgotten to mention was when…

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

1 posted 2002-09-17 04:05 PM

Sad. Very well written

Cold hands means a warm heart

ThunderMage
Senior Member

since 2002-06-20

Posts 812
Canada

2 posted 2002-09-17 04:07 PM

That's one good poem.

What is life without poetry and adventure?
"Little sister" is just another way of saying "Guardian Angel"!

BlueEyes
Member

since 2002-08-30

Posts 152
TX, USA

3 posted 2002-09-17 04:25 PM

very deep & emotional...

Good writing...

BlueEyes

Earth Angel
Member Empyrean

since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

4 posted 2002-09-17 05:18 PM

You've been to hell and now I hope you're back! You've laid yourself wide open with this write--you let your wounds bleed and hopefully they're healing now.

Take Care
Earth Angel

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