Light rain falls upon me Hits my armor without a sound. I am exhausted to fight again Sight from the how the war begin For every breath taken For every moment your words were spoken For every heartbeat of heat and passion For filling me with romance, the love, the stars and the moon... Only my armor holds me up now.
I look up to the sky Let the rain hide my tears and I take my moment to cry. I am not proud for what I did But there are no bloods on my hands. Your written words is all that I have I hold under my wings for those I care.
When you are not my friend you are my enemy to my heart, soul and mind. When you attack my heart I will lose my mind If you take my soul, my heart will be empty. If you kill my mind you unleash my rage.
I loved, hunted and protected All to show me worthy you and accepted But you hide and turned cold starting attacking me from behind a brick wall I am not to blame for the worlds stupidity I am not to pay for another persons insanity You hold me responsible still I had to fight but I lost my will
The light rain falls upon me Hits my armor without a sound I look over the fields to the forest The sunlights break through glows the trees I feel it is calling for me I look back to see if you are here but on the road you left me there. I undress my self to the Hoping to be accepted just being me My heart is tiered and on a slow beat The light rain drains my hair and wash away what seems unfair. I have nowhere I want to be I run straight into the forest to be free
I look over the fields to the forest
The sunlights break through glows the trees
I feel it is calling for me
I love these verses and the whole poem expresses meaning and emotions to which I can relate. I can sense the longing; in fact, I feel intimate with it. Very well done, Angelica. Thank you for sharing. I hope you are doing well. Love and best wishes to you,
I find your poem incredibly sad. Crying for help. Something is troubling you very deeply and your words show it. I hope by your writing you can get past the pain and run freely out of the woods into a sunlit opening where nature and the light rain can envelop you with joy.
This is a very haunting tale told with skill and care.
Your repeating theme captures a mood that most of us know
but few are able to put into words. Very well done, Angelica.
I, too, have spent much time in the forest seeking freedom and peace.
The solitude and quality of the air is like an emotional/spiritual elixir for us.
"Light rain falls upon me
Hits my armor without a sound."
Beautiful imagery throughout; this especially. Good work. Enjoyed.
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The sunlights break through glows the trees
I feel it is calling for me
I love these verses and the whole poem expresses meaning and emotions to which I can relate. I can sense the longing; in fact, I feel intimate with it. Very well done, Angelica. Thank you for sharing. I hope you are doing well. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
Ron
Your repeating theme captures a mood that most of us know
but few are able to put into words. Very well done, Angelica.
The solitude and quality of the air is like an emotional/spiritual elixir for us.
"Light rain falls upon me
Hits my armor without a sound."
Beautiful imagery throughout; this especially. Good work. Enjoyed.