I was losing it...
Until I met her
I fell apart to a silent darkness- until someone lit a light
She stuck out a hand and pulled me up, she saw the worst of me yet never thought to deter
She was a calming stillness
In a world bound to chaos
She was my consciousness
When my body and mind deteriorated beneath me
She always checked to make sure I was okay
But nobody ever thought to ask her the same question
Soon it was too late. All because I had never taken a moment to say
~A moment to say... Something! Anything! I could've prevented her destruction
But now... I all I can do is call upon her memory when things become painful
Because she is only, but will forever be remembered as, my Angel
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The Poetry of Amateurs
PoetryJust some amateur poetry I wrote. There are different forms/structures for each one. I wrote this for a class assignment (Warning: Mention of Depression and Eating Disorders in one piece)
