Alas The Door


I travel onto a place of make believe
My mind speaks the language of reliance
Onto the lands where I can achieve
Living along the limits of compliance
From a place where nothing was clear
The air polluted with fog and smoke
Photographs taken, visible images smear
Air pipes closed, tightly held to choke
A blind fold untied, released with care
Released by an angel’s graceful hand
That was sent from the heavens air
Hanging onto God’s heavenly strand
A sigh of relief with no burdened weight
All was taken from the center of the core
The right path given to reach the golden gate
Knocked once with no hesitation, Alas his door
bellawritter23(copyright)2011
Comments
good answer bella! thanx i misunderstood what you meant i guess. hehe.
Bella, Bella, Bella. You never cease to amaze me.
Soulful, sad but true - beautifully done :-)
Nice, you changed up the rhyming scheme. thats good. just one question for you...in the first line you said "I travel onto a place of make believe" and throughout the poem you end up face to face with an angel at heavens doors...does this mean you dont believe in such a place? just wondering.
Just say when and where...
I'll have your book by then and you can sign it a few thousand times for me, your all-time biggest fan!!! =)
Only one word here Bella; beautiful !!
Take care
Eiddwen.
I am going with BB on this one. So much beauty in your heart. I love how you show it painting words for all to cherish. You are amazing Bella.
It's a wonder to see our Ms. Bella so free...
I like the part:
"A sigh of relief with no burdened weight
All was taken from the center of the core
The right path given to reach the golden gate..."
Your angel is my angel..
A path so soon taken for some.;)
Maybe make believe but it sounds like the path to freedom. Beautiful poetry.
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