salvation

Salvation
All around, I see the angels gather
Conscious of my fear as the hands of heaven
Takes hold of my naked soul
As the life blood flows out of my shell
It trickles on to the broken ground
And in my wholly terror I fall vulnerably
While Death’s shadow looms over me
My cries seem to fall on deafened ears

Where is my salvation?

 

This is my first time reading one of your short pieces very well done.

 

short but extremely gripping, amazing how you can say so much in so little...very well done!

 

took the words just right out my mouth
awsome as always

 

Short, but some of the best from you. Impressive.

 

thanks all again for the positive feedback.

this poem has a more gothic feel to it and i think i may try to write some more stuff of this nature.

 

Exactly what I was thinking. I really like this. Your short poems are great There's no way I'll ever be this good.