Angelic Depth

 

To fly amongst the living

Like them I come out digging

But I’m not meant for the clouds

What I find is down

 Take my shovel in hand

And I’ll try to understand

Because I know it so well

Yet I choose to find a Hell

 That could be so worthy

So I rush and I hurry

For where I lay my head

Here I am amongst the dead

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 Still I find that there is nothing

It’s why I search for something

Empty, forsaken, call it forlorn

Why I look to be warm

 I’m not a child of the sun

I ain’t no fortunate one

From the skies I am pushed

Tired now and so bushed

 Will I fill this hole?

Or so that is my goal

These longings, I feel someday

This has become a grave

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 As if some grave mistake

If I choose to stay

Give me the whole world

When what I wanted was the girl

 My lover, my girl, my friend

How I want this to end

Tell me I lost that loving feeling

All that’s left is the dealing

 With the dreams of yesterday

Am I wishing for someday?

Who could it be falling?

Listen to the angels calling

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 Dig the hole that much deeper

Then I will be a sound sleeper

A dream of beautiful death

At such an angelic depth

 Copyright © 2012, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.