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Faded Angels

November 7, 2021
By Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
129 articles 33 photos 956 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love, because you can’t love your way out of the lunatic asylum, but it makes it more fun to be a lunatic.
--Me


Bare walls and faded angels

Heard us crying

When nothing was all right

Hands unheld

Nothing but white stained silence

In the final hour

Straight lace monitors by hospital beds

Beep beep beeping into silence

Too many whitewashed cries

Too many minutes

Have seen us dying

We wished to paint the walls

Dark ebony

Jade purple

Bone mud

Brazen chocolate—

Dark and black.

How many angels

Will it take

To see us flying

Away from here?


The author's comments:

This isn't really my best poem, but you can see it's clearly about Covid-19. The human side. When I wrote this a few months ago, I did not know that my aunt Gerrie would be struck to her death by this disease. So I am submitting it with a mourful heart. I hope somebody sees it.


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Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Nov. 10 2021 at 11:06 am
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
129 articles 33 photos 956 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love, because you can’t love your way out of the lunatic asylum, but it makes it more fun to be a lunatic.
--Me

Thank you:) Thank you so much. You're a great friend of mine.

on Nov. 10 2021 at 10:47 am
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
196 articles 22 photos 1038 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

im really, really sorry.