angel

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angel


There's an angel on my eyes that I've never seen before.The world has never looked this way, So uneasy and unsure.The angel sits and bides his time. He watches me and laughs. To see me try to pull, the present from the past. I'm not real sure he means me well, He's heavy on my eyes. My skin feels like it's peeling back. He reeks of my demise. I'm not real sure I like that smile, If that's even what it is. His eyes seem sharp, his wisdom raw. His soul twice malcontent. I just don't want to stay with him, I'd rather he moved on. But he just sits and laughs at me and says I'll bide my time.

                       jenni c.

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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