Angel’s tears on my pillow

Angels tears on my pillow short poem

The world’s a bit colder,

The nights are silent

The storms that are brewing

They seem just like me, Violent.

I killed another soul,

It bled to death at my feet.

I didn’t do much but,

my sword, I did sheath.

I saw an angel,

full of sorrow and pain.

Looking at me with questions,

sitting beside the one who was slain.

Her eyes shining with unshed tears,

The look of pain, hurt and fear.

Oh how I wanted to tell her it’s all right,

She must not fear my strength, my might.

I went to bed with a troubled heart,

Staring out the window,

Looking at the fireflies drifting apart,

But still they were aglow.

In the middle of the night I woke up with a start,

And found a few strewn feathers on the floor below.

I felt a wetness near my hand and knew,

They were the angel’s tears on my pillow…..

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Welcome to HoP @Seep_Anand. A strangely enigmatic piece of writing with just the right mix of pathos and ethos..Hope to continue reading from you.

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hey tiger .. !!!! great one … you have captured the surreal personalities inside .. i say nice piece !

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