I Die Tomorrow

by soquiliquayAshland, Wisconsin, USA

Dec 2011 506 Views 0 comments

I Die Tomorrow

I say, let us live
Counting the bodies silently
Rasping voices calling out
for a godless salvation, never there
Never there, cry the fallen angels
to the lost and found human-rags
having collected all the grime
without having the chance to let it dry
Fly, they say, while begging of the angels, fly!
'if only I had wings to lift me' they mourn
To save you dregs from another shoeless trudge
Another day to live
Immersed within your own death and bile
Gasping for breath without fear
We know no other way
For what would we do...
With a reason to get up everyday?

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Posted: Dec 2011

About this poem:

Was washing the dishes early this morning, bout oh, 2 am...I'm a night owl, and this poem basically mack trucked into my brain and I had to write it down. It's about non-religious people needing help, in various ways, and the only ones who can help, the angels with wings, turn their backs because they don't believe in or accept god. (like me) So, the only help out there for us, are the fallen angels who need help too. But we're so used to living in poverty, or depression, or dependence on something, or or or... that what we do with ourselves, if things changed?