The funny bit about this poem is that I actually knew exactly what I wanted to say with it. A lot of times I just start writing and sort myself out as I go along. Here…it was different. I wrote it while driving one night and managed to hold it in my head long enough to get home and write it out.
A couple years ago, a friend of mine put it to music and recorded it for me. I can’t do justice to describing how it sounds; if you are curious, there is a link at the bottom of this entry.
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Some abandoned angel
laying in your bed
will weep within your arms tonight
and wake the voices in your head.
Offer up your promises
Offer up your soul
Offer up salvation
But don’t offer up control.
Offer up your angel’s wings
That she might stay with you tonight
And wrap you safe within her arms
Where her kisses curse and her whispers bite.
Offer up your songs
Sung by the voices that she has stirred
And watch the tears fade away
Some pay in deeds like desperate heroes sent
To save a girl from a devilish bent,
Some pay in fear of another lash,
and some just pay in cold hard cash.
Pay in sin
Suffer again,
All those sad young lives,
Won’t quite fit,
on the head of a pin.
Regret, regret
in words past made
But it won’t get you much
For the silver paid.
For some abandoned angel
Lays weeping in your bed.
For you offer up your angel’s dreams
And gave her yours instead.
You can listen to it here:
[audio:BenScarborough_AngelsWings.mp3]
i said it already. i’m not a terribly effusive person.
but thank you.
elise
Mm. And why did you choose to bring this particular piece forward at this particular time, sadist?
elise
Thank You .
Had not read it .. and it works.
Funny how life makes things so clear.
Thank You again.