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Weary Angel

by Dark One 

Posted: 23 July 2003
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Weary Angel

O weary angel, save me
I am falling from my grace
But your arms are too decayed
To catch me at this pace

O weary angel, hold me
Protect me from my sins
But your shelter is too beaten
To stop my darkness breaking in

O weary angel, kiss me
Resuscitate my blackened soul
But your breath is far too faint
And my heart remains cold

O weary angel, feed me
Fill my famished body with life
But your food is far too putrid
And the contamination is Rife




O weary angel, change me
Rework my bleak wiring
But your mind is too degenerated
And my will is tiring

O weary angel, stop me
Take this dagger from my hands
But your strength is far too weak
Life slips away like grains of sand

O weary angel, leave me
Let me hide in my dark place
But your communal nature prohibits you
To bequeath me my vital space







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Shadowgirl at 11:30 on 24 July 2003  Report this post
Hi Tom!

The feel of this was to me a prayer. I could almost hear my children chanting this in a school assembly, and in the way children often do, taking no notice of the words. Said quitely and at the right pace as expected by the head teacher, but somehow with an instinct to get faster and faster as it progresses.

I, on the other hand, WILL take notice of the words, and I am wondering who the weary angel is, and why she is weary. Maybe she is weary of being an angel I thought, maybe she (don't know why I am saying she, could be a he I know - I must be sexist, sorry!) needs saving herself. I had this feeling that the saving should be the other way around - maybe that way they would both be saved?

Interesting all these images which are now in my mind due to the strength and power of your words.

Thanks for sharing this, I enjoyed reading.

love Carole
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Dark One at 12:15 on 24 July 2003  Report this post
You're very welcomed Shadow girl and I really like your interpretation. When I wrote this I really did not had a definite meaning to the concept of a weary angel but I guess to me it symbolises the way in life we look for angels (signifying religion) to save and protect us, but these angels can only do so much and must grow tired of the demans we put upon them. Eventually we will reach a point where there is no way back and the angels can not longer save us. The last verse signifies the realisation of this and upon this we reject the angels but they depend on us as much we depend on them, and they cannot leave us

Take care
Dark One
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Shadowgirl at 12:25 on 24 July 2003  Report this post
Oh goodness - you're meaning reminded me of my Martyn (self, self, self - sorry) in my book. A superstar who everyone looks at to make their lives better, thinks he has all the answers, thinks he is singing just to them - yet to him it is an overwhelming repsonsility as he too, is just an ordinary man.

The title of A Letter from England should have been The Weary Angel - it fits SO well!

Thanks!!!!
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