>Angels in hell…

Wednesday, September 9, 2009 . 10 comments . Posted in General

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I’m a little child locked in the clock room
And this rope and string fall from the roof
 
I see birds and clouds through the pane
 
And I can’t help that bleeding bird, sigh  
 
I’m a little child who climbed the stairs
And these stairs look so scary, my Lord
I see heaven from hell through this pain
 
And I can’t go back to where it all begin
 
Now, there is a look in my eye and I moan  
For I see no choice given but to bleed out
Hence I bleed until the last drop left within
In vain it goes through the words of hope…

10 Comments

  1. Kay

    >heart wrenching write

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  2. Girl Meets Gun

    >Makes me wonder what really is in the afterlife…for me and all of humanity…

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  3. Guria

    >Very powerful words and moving…
    It does make one wonder…

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  4. Escapist

    >hiya !
    After a long break i am back to dashboard……Pretty deep intu the meanings of your poetry….

    Jolliiees:-)

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  5. Anju

    >very well written… you have brilliantly captured a girls emotion who has to stay inside four walls & cannot enjoy the beauty of nature…

    Brilliant!

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  6. N J

    >Kay

    Thanx a lot 🙂

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  7. N J

    >Nicolette

    Yeh… we do think about that life… i guess it's a scary thought 🙂

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  8. N J

    >Guria

    the scene made me wonder 🙂 thanx

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  9. N J

    >Escapist

    Yeh, after a long break… Good to see you back! 🙂

    Reply
  10. N J

    >Anju

    yeh dear, thanx for being around 🙂

    Reply

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