I Write Poetry
a few years has passed and the angel still cries,
i can hear the cries from far away,
he calls my name in despair but
is so hard to understand
i lay on my bed,eyes closed,
surrounded by a glass world that easily could break,
the angel cant take the pain,cant heal the wound
but comforting words he sends
Wake me up,
this place is so dark,
thoughts of pain,nightmares
ive taken the wrong direction,
im acting as if is an audition and
i wish i could just whisper
Do u understand..can u hold my hand...
wake me up..