GUARDIAN ANGEL

nephilim56

Realising now its too late
It should have been you..no other
Only you to share my bed
You who stood by me
Each time I fell from grace
Upon dark winter nights
Bottles making a mockery
Bleeding poetry from my fate
Too drunk to hear your words
Too blind to understand or see
That you were my guardian angel
An anchor for my gift of words
You..willing to watch me die
Without the need to judge my sins
Only now do I realise your true emotion
As we travel our separate ways
For Heaven of poetry has a place
For a guardian angel.

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 27th, 2023 06:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Bleeding poetry from my fate'
    how I know these words, intimately
    even, if this
    be the very first time, I'm reading them...
    thanks for sharing, dear poet
    (crazy
    how deceiving our side mirrors
    can be
    often, we have to stick our heads out
    and check for ourselves, to make sure
    we're not missing anything..
    see, proximity
    affords, that we most treasure
    a blind spot, in our life
    and so, once again
    we're left appreciating the deeds
    of those
    who helped us in our time of need
    when only feeling the draft, void
    of a presence
    we once, took for granted as being
    ubiquitous, in our life...)

    • nephilim56

      hi thank you for reading, have a look at REGICIDE POEM plse if you can, I have had a lot of criticism for it in the past but I like its imagery

      • L. B. Mek

        if you like it and its a work that doesn't intentionally
        cause offence to anyone
        (merely triggers them or whatever)
        then, that's what counts the most, that you
        are producing work you can be proud of
        it means the writing you produce is coming from
        a place of sincerity, a trait you should cultivate..
        it's good to accept constructive criticism
        but this inking journey you're on
        is a very personal one, so external opinions
        should not effect you too much, dear poet
        and remember to have fun, enjoy the ride!
        thanks for choosing to share



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