My Angel behind the Glass

Have you seen my angel from behind the glass?
As she weeps her tears turn to liquid diamonds.
Amazing is that her sorrow can be seen by the blind.
I reach out and touch the cold surface of that glass,
Where our two hands would hopefully meet.
There seems to be another obstacle to block our love.
No words could describe the anguish felt.
To be so close, yet so far
and from the heavens my angel tripped and fell.

Welcome everyone to the freak show,
The mindless, psychotic horror show.
Where every nightmare is made real,
stepping into a reality only I knew,
stepping into the side show attraction.
The rejected, outcast of society.
Step through the curtain let your imagination take flight.
For there is a fallen angel behind the glass
and there before you is your better half.

The room grows quiet as hecklers make their remarks
judging those whom they do not even know.
I have shed my fair share of tears,
known pain, suffering and even sorrow.
I still look for that bright spot on what will become tomorrow.
As the lights come back on,
my angel behind the glass is now gone.
To the heavens, no one will know.
Just to be by her side is where I would go.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is actually a revised version of an older poem I had wrote yet never published. I've been feeling really depressed here lately (always do near my birthday) So I figured it was a good time to release this one. As you may notice its not usually my style. and does not rhyme (is there a name for poetry like that? hahaha)

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ashes_theartofburning's picture


I think it is blank verse?

Than again I could be wrong.


I liked this.
The way you switched it up in the second half.
Nice. ^.-

"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo

SSmoothie's picture

And I love these so... It

And I love these so... It reminds me of Tim burtons Edward scissorhands, a surreal and darkly romantic scape! Oh and of course A corpse bride Beautifully done cheers SS

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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Morningglory's picture

I think its wonderful. Felt

I think its wonderful. Felt it all the way. Beautiful read.

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allets's picture

Full of Darkness

Blank verse, I seem to recall vaguely, is dominated by a repeated similar rhythms in the lines, this is open or free verse. - the word even adds nothing, the emphasis is controlled by the writer - absent the cliches, this is superior to your rhymed poetry - speaking as an editor - Lady A