I Call Upon An Angel Poem by Vision Ghost

I Call Upon An Angel



The new and untitled page is white as it greets the blank idea
Fingers outstretched corresponding with emotions register
Poised and pondered upon the sweated brow as memories
Flash through the mind of moments lost like frayed extremities

Every presentation of her face reflects a newest deeper regret
My heart, having been in this place before subsides to accept
The now fated future of loneliness without her hand in mine
Senses teeter on the brink of madness as hurt is seldom benign

The pages of time sought then, drift away like seeds on the wind
Flesh as was then in anointed touch falls away like a painting unpinned
Suddenly a world of beggared absolution yields to solitary abandonment
Unjust and unkind such is the human heart at the times of judgement

The clock that winds forever forward leads to only the conclusion of healing
The new place of my future doth beckon the darkness and cold wandering
To a new abode undiscovered and yet untainted be not that of myself
Lost in the obsession and limitless begrudging for everlasting wealth

Weathered days reflected in rain as if they cry the tears I cannot
For too long a time cometh and go to a place of the forgotten thought
Her charm forever etched in my memories as is of her laughter
Resonating through my mind stripping me of my once known armour

Like an abandoned playground where all the children have disappeared
I remain so here, too distant from the world yet too close to what I feared
Has transpired upon me once more; held in my hands my many now broken ideas
Cascading like the hopes of a weakened heart encrusted in the flayed causes

The wind bemoans through the branches to trees of my now pointless garden
I turn my back on this place yet never to be without the rekindling burden
Of memories of happiness, joy and love unwelcome at a time such as this
Closing the gate on this garden I can no longer tread amongst the roses kiss

Another soul shall reward her flesh and embrace her heart from where I left
Be not that soul of cruelty and violence; be blessed with tender breadth
Be her wings for flight, her wisdom she is born of that, free her from strife
I call upon an angel to observe for her from the tower of her loving life

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Vision Ghost

Vision Ghost

Epsom, East Surrey
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