#azrael
The father, the daughter and the sons,
All huddled together,
Each trying to protect the others from Azrael,
We knew that this particular apple had been rotting for years,
It was only a matter of when,
And today was that day,
The apple plummeted to the ground and hit the floor with an almighty thud,
Smashing as it hit the ground.
Azrael bent down and took the pieces,
He looked me in the eyes and smiled.
It was strange, not a wicked smile as I would have thought Azrael to have.
But an apologetic smile.
I watch as the apple was taken up to the sky, and my gaze lowered back down,
The sun had faded and the moon now as bright as the eyes of the lost.
The huddle had faded, and left was a son and daughter,
Together,
Comforting each other
Not letting the memories fade.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
Slumped against the wall,
In just a second, my life had been flipped upside-down.
Wails from my sister as she gripped my shirt hard.
The tears staining like water drops on an oil painting.
Looking up from my now squatting position
I see the creature,
Tall, black, and winged, descending down to the track where it happened.
I remember,
Memories passing by at the speed of light,
I always thought that your memories only flew by,
When you yourself met Azrael
Yet here I am,
Blind to the world around me,
Trying desperately to cling to the memories of her
So the angel couldn’t take them away as well.
The tree our family protected had always bared five apples,
But now, one had fallen.
Dropping like a swallow, diving for it’s food.
The cold hard floor seemed almost comforting now. The flap of his wings, causing the tree to shake,
But the other four apples are firmly attached,
each connected to a thick branch,
Each still alive.
All rooted to the spot, unable to move.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 10:21 AM UTC
A beautiful dazzle of sunlight wakes me up,
Slowly opening my eyes feeling numb.
Slowly remembering the taste of my own cup.
Karma, that ****** ****
Splattering blood in the parking lot.
Severely beaten,
All of the memories and regrets are brought;
Left me bleeding.
A silly smile on my face.
Waiting for that fatal coup de grace.
A bludgeoned arm, a fractured leg, a broken nose...
Peacefuly falling in the arms of Azrael, to forever repose.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
I'm there, but invisible.
I think that I'm invincible.
But I'm no Iron Man.
I try to be a Green Lantern
In a room full of Red Lanterns.
But trying is never enough.
Trying is never good enough.
Rage-filled regret
Strength-radiated reliance.
They call me devoted
Little do they know,
I've just deviated
From them all.
They tell me not to
Put up a fake front
A façade of sorts.
But I have to
To hide my scars
And shattered mind.
To say that
I'm good
When I'm not
Like aspiring to be
Like Atlantis
A picturesque paradise
An upsized utopia
An insecure phobia.
We were born
Into this world
Told that we were meant to
Change it.
Told that we were
Superheroes and princesses.
But I'm no Superman.
I'm a Sentry at war
With my own self
With those around me
With my own mind.
The happiness that I see
Is one that I cannot bear
Like Batman re-living
Past deaths in his lair.
I live it everyday
Feet full of lead
Like Doomsday and Superman
Here I lay,
On the ground,
Dead.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
Is this the end?
I ask 'Azrael'
Where shall I depart
Where shall I restart
Where to take my heart?
What if the answer is silence
And if
Angel of Death
Steals my breath
And Says:
We Love you more
Then you adore
Your Leila
What Shall I say
On that day
When I will be alone on my way
~
Mirza Sharafat
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 4:49 AM UTC
The angel, Azrael,
came unto me -
he'd been drunk -
and showed me the true meaning of life
was inside of my glass:
"Swirling and burning;
a sour taste
in the back of your throat.
Something to sip wearily,
or gulp down in
devilish earnest. "
But of all things
the glass would empty
and the angel
would close His book
on us all.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
I am wrapped in her algid arms.
I am lost in her evocative glare.
I stand, environed by the Keres,
Those dilapidated demons.
Azrael, my craven shadow, clings
To me as a vulture stalks its prey.
Thanatos does each step possess
Forward into this acidulous air.
Fissured masks release languid screams
That fall upon pallid faces that have
Long since wilted in her Stygian womb.
Enervated laughs drone in mangy ears.
I stand on the periphery of this
Asphyxiating cistern. I ambulate
Across this sable field that shall
Become the executioner’s blade.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC