The angels have gone,
they said they couldn't stay.
They said they were tired
of keeping my demons at bay.
They bade me farewell
with kisses and tears.
They said they'd return, though
in a few years.
'Til then, they said
I'd have to face it alone:
my fears, my unwants
the haunts, the unknown.
Protection, they said
is only for the weak.
'You're strong now, child',
but still angels I seek.
Their spirit, their comfort,
when despair comes to call,
have deserted me now
and I'm afraid I will fall.
'Keep strong', they said,
'And follow your faith'.
But in the end I wonder
if it's just too late.
For I know not how,
I know not why
I've been abandoned again
when hope is all but nigh.
(Curitiba - 06 July,2009)
we all need something to hold on to and when we aint got it ats scary and ur mum seems to have it the spot with her comment below -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So near, yet so far... It all depends on you... it´s at the reach of your soul. Would you please, read ' Inspiration'?