*Not a religious poem, just something I wrote a while back. Yes, it mentions angels, but that’s meant in a sense of protectors and security. Not Godly angels*
Tension, Stress, Impossible to Bear.
Rampaging chaos, A tourniquet, It’s all come Down to this.
A note, A noose, That’s all that’s Left.
I’m in a room
Where no one
Can hear The goodbye Whispers
Of the Lost soul as it Jumps. Falls. Hits. And is gone.
Away with The body it Held captive.
Parted into a Different world Where it wishes To be.
Don’t stop it From going there, It’s the hearts’ Desire.
Breaking free of the Straight jacket It was in.
Don’t call it Suicide. Don’t think of it Negatively.
It’s just A different view Of freedom. It’s not the best, But to some, It’s needed.
All we can do Really, Is sit back and Watch.
Wait for Time to go by And have it Work it’s way Unto them.
Have no fear, For angels follow Those who seek To be with them.
To protect them. To show them What they Think is Best.
Angels follow Those who need To be with then
m. To tell them It’s okay. It’s alright. Everything is fine. No need for Shame or Hurt over them.
They’re fine.
They want to Be. You’ll see them Someday. But not today. Don’t mourn.
Do as you Wish with Your life. Carry on.
Your deceased Are surrounded
By Angels.