I can see him in the dark I can see him watching me. He is pissed and he is angry he furious with me.
There he stands the dark angel, planing how next to torture me he is cruel and he is clever he has so many tools to use on me.
He can make me beg for mercy he can make me scream for pain he finds out how to take me so near then just knock me back again.
Knowingly he can touch me where the fire burns the most, drawing and drawing until I implore for sating then he kicks me to the floor.
He can lift me his hands in my sweet places, rest me on his joyous gift then as ecstasy is in reach toss me off as so much shrift.
He can leave wet and breathless crying out for sweet relief he can drag me down to places that are so far from your belief. I am open wide to him but he does not care he will make me beg and pleased for it and then just rape me with his stare.
Here he comes the dark angel a smile upon his face he drags me across the floor strips me naked pulls me wide open, then displays to the world my disgrace.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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19 thoughts on “Dark Angel”
Such imagery… and wonderfully written…
The last line is brutal.
Thank you Martin I do not find that subject easy to write about but I sometimes need to scream out feelings, like my poem “the Warrior within” but I keep trying . Thanks for the support.xx
I love the last paragraph. How true. Life comes with a smile, a promise for more, then strips you and leaves you vunerable. Love this piece. Thank you for sharing it.
Excellent imagery to show how very dark and powerful the negative forces of this world can be. But may the Dark Angel did a favor by exposing all the disgrace: now this person no longer has to expend energy in hiding it!
You could have something there granbee perhaps the release of all hidden thoughts to the bright light of honesty. Who knows whether it is better in than out! xx
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Such imagery… and wonderfully written…
The last line is brutal.
Than you , the last line is meant to be so the dark angel is meant to represent the harshness of life, love, relationships.
nice show of our dark weak moments..
Yes we all have them don’t we.
This is beautifully raw, Willow, like a burning feather ~ such pain and power. Wonderfully written.
Thank you Martin I do not find that subject easy to write about but I sometimes need to scream out feelings, like my poem “the Warrior within” but I keep trying . Thanks for the support.xx
You are most welcome, Willow.
I love the last paragraph. How true. Life comes with a smile, a promise for more, then strips you and leaves you vunerable. Love this piece. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you Maiya I value you saying this as you have seen the harsh side often, I am pleased you can see the poem for what it is! xx
More sadness, anguish and desperation captures tastefully and effectively. Very well done!
Thank you
Excellent imagery to show how very dark and powerful the negative forces of this world can be. But may the Dark Angel did a favor by exposing all the disgrace: now this person no longer has to expend energy in hiding it!
You could have something there granbee perhaps the release of all hidden thoughts to the bright light of honesty. Who knows whether it is better in than out! xx
The strength of this metaphor is staggering. Such cruelty and fear, pain and emotion…wonderfully done, Willow!
Thank you, I can’t explain any deeper
For Willow
Tell him it is not your time
you have much to give
to those who would listen
of experience, both good and bad.
Your life… a book, perfectly written
things others need to know
your life… it’s lessons… so valuable
helping others down the slippery slope.
So tell him he is wasting his time
he cannot change what is in your mind
you are the one in control
so tell him… he has to go.
Thank you for your beautiful poem. I am so grateful.xx
You are very welcome.
Why thank you.