Angel Of Faith.
I felt my heart would tear apartWithin my totured breast
That cold cruel knife of cold despair
Was twisting in my chest
The day is cold, the sky is grey
There's dampness in the air
The pear tree sheds its leaves of gold
Like teardrops everywhere
The sparrows huddle in the hedge
To seek shelter from the rain
The doves look at me knowingly
As if they see my pain
I sometimes hate this time of year
And the memories it brings
I need the Angel of my faith
To take shelter in her wings.
Poetry by penfold18
Read 749 times
Written on 2006-11-18 at 12:22
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Nagamuthu Osho |
BlueyedSoul |
Texts |
by penfold18 Latest textsForest of Bere.The Witch. A Soft Spot For The Roses. The Enemy God Willing |
Increase font
Decrease