I can hardly describe
each dimension and vibe
when the sky
kept on falling
and the news
fat and jolly
turned a gleam in my eye
to the heaven of cry

televised
analyzed
forced by cameras rolling
crispy thoughts
trite and foully
threshed in heart
sowed with teardrops
the day
every moment
I paid
for not being an angel
out of pain
and the danger

speechless air
can harm
husky words
were strangled
and numb
and the throat
could deliver a hum
but was pleased
with a wheeze
signified
by retorts
of aorta
I was trying
to pray
hoping
open the portal
to the angels
on calls
for those innocent
souls
for whatever
that holds
us
as mortals

fly
my angels
goodbye
life is tender
at five
no one
actually died
nothing
barely broken
only sentient vibes
turned a gleam in my eye
to the heaven of cry
and betokened
how delightful
are souls
how outspoken
and cold
could be
love
in this world

fly
my angels
good
bye
no one
actually died
nothing
barely broken

20 December, 2012