Written with nothing in mind except to pass time. A poem written in a maths class, how ironic. I don't like this poem, but I figured why no post it.


We all dream of Angels

It is the way we all must be

But Earth cannot support us,

So it erupts in acid fury

--

The people fled earth

The angels from the heavens,

It was the solace of life,

Which broke the cycle now uneven

--

Not many of us know this

But a minority of us stayed,

Left alone in this darkness,

As the memories of our past fade

--

Our screams of passion

Their grunts of pain,

The throes of heroes

All die away in vain

--

The ecstasy of Heaven

The agony of Hell

All of us suffered,

As nature's humanity fell

--

But then there was love

Such a joyous delight we praised

Basking in its sweet caress,

As the hurt snuck upon its prey

--

And prey on us it did

Death hung around us like Bluebells,

Yet we were all left with the thin thread of hope --

After all,

We all dream of Angels.


''Hope can be inspired to anyone who is willing to succumb to its lullaby''

Sam

xx