Christy Wisdom

United States

Hello people! What to say? I'm a Christian girl. I like to write. I write tons of poetry, some short stories, and other things.
God bless you!
Shouganai
-I wish I could speak every single language, wouldn't that be cool ?

Message from Writer

You can be nostalgic for a place you've never been if you've been there in your imagination.

strokes of paint on canvas/those are my words on a page/watch as the ink blots drawn from the depths of my mind/stain papers as they grow yellow with age/wonder if they will live forever/in the imagination and thoughts of someone/for sometimes you'll find if the words are important/blotting them out is not easily done

Thank you to all who have supported me, and feedback is always welcome!
Also, if you comment on a piece of mine, I will generally respond to it at some point.

When Angels Fly

February 3, 2019

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Comrade, I sit here
Your head in my lap
Blood runs down, crimson tears
Dripping onto your face, but
I don't care
And neither do you
Because you're dead.

Jenny, he's here, you know
Here among the fallen
I know you told him not to go
Not to come fight this war
But that doesn't change the fact
That your husband's here.
But maybe I'm wrong
Maybe he's not here anymore
Not his soul, for
He's passed away
From this wicked world.

This is the day when angels fly,
This is the day we say goodbye,
And souls take flight
When soldiers die

Silently grieving,
I brush your eyes closed
Once bright, now dull and unseeing
Never to stare at the sky again
Never to see your daughter's face
Never to see your wife's smile
Will you watch over them, friend?
I know you'd want to,
Though it would only bring you pain

This is the day when angels fly,
This is the day we say goodbye,
And souls take flight
When soldiers die

Of all the soldiers
On this battlefield
You were the one I found, friend
Me, the medic
The one who couldn't save you
It was too late
What a cruel fate

And this is the day when angels fly,
This is the day I say goodbye,
The day I weep for comrades dead
The day that so much blood ran red

A folded flag 
Will be given to your wife
Such small recompense
For a good man's
Life.
 

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