Up In the Sky

There was an angel upon me,
pumping my blood, and numbing my mind;
massaging the dead air in my lungs,
forcing light in my empty eyes,
softening my lips with her fingertips,
and stirring the stale air over my body
New warmth staggered within my core
as my hands moved without motion
With her feathers teasing my skin,
I slowly receded away from the nothing;
preoccupied with what I never had until now
(the only girl I ever really missed)
I thought I had died,
but I was only crying
And, as I opened my eyes
to find tears scarring my flesh,
these young ears refused sound
For my sighs were silent,
my lips were dry,
and my angel was gone

Poetry from Thought-Box by Shane Windham
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