I read about the death of an angel,
I swallowed slowly,
Then I exhaled tears upon the ground.
I often wonder why,
So many die,
The burning ones aglow,
Bursting with life and love,
Surrounded by smiling faces,
I often wonder why,
The angels die.
Why not take breath,
From those like me?
The ones with nothing saved,
The ones with no hands to hold,
The ones who dwell in the cold,
Surrounded by darkness,
No place to call home.
Maybe there is a price to be paid,
Maybe He waits for a sunny day,
When happiness is collected,
Maybe the gates are protected,
Those with nothing to live for,
Have nothing to offer at the door.
I prayed to take her place,
I pleaded with everything I had,
But He slammed the door in my face,
Just like my father, some absent dad,
Who refuses to see the worth,
Of a worthless soul.
But I guess greed feeds all,
I too would want
to surround myself in beauty.
But unlike Him,
I would not,
Steal it from a family.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
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