My angel

• Emma Pietruska, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2006

Can you hear the tormented screams of thunder?
Hallelujah! My beloved angel has awoken
Now her wings I am instructed to rest under
From her cherry red lips not a word is spoken
My angel is to wise for she is only in her youth
Thoughts are lost amongst her golden hair
Her perfect clear soul holds the very truth
That will turn my perfect day into despair

My angel moves as though she’s already dead
Praying to my savior I can rescue her tonight
I see in her crystal blue eyes the battle rages in her head
Of a lost love, and her hope of making it alright
My angel moves about like a restless, empty figure
She see’s my betrayal even through heavy tears
I beg and plead for her not to make me pull the trigger
But my angel believes this will rid her of her fears

I hum a broken melody that calms my angel down
Gently reminding her that I am not her slave
Her cherry red lips part, and then turn into a frown
I know what I am meant to do; I start to dig her grave
My angel’s halo dimmed as she fell to the floor
Landing with a thud, awakening this night
I plead for her to stay for just one day more
As my angel lay dying, not attempting at all to fight

Not an ounce of life flows through my angels veins
As I attempt to clean her blood stained robes for display
My angel has left me alone with all my pains
Her wise thoughts aren’t around to pull me out of disarray
I can’t even remember hearing the sickening bang
That caused my angel to lose her precious life
But now the shrill noise plays over and over again
As to my wrists I hold this silver, gleaming knife

My angel was addicted to the pills she abused
Her pain showed daily in her transparent blue eyes
In her grave the moonlight shows the gun bruised
Her perfect face, which now gives me my sweet demise
For my angel touched my deeply afflicted heart
And she helped me repair my damaged, darkened soul
But now she’s gone and I’m hopelessly falling apart
My angel left me with nothing but a gaping hole