'The Angel Cries At Night''
I heard an angel speak last night and he said ''write''
and bring enlightenment to this dark place,
the hollowness that prevails
breaks my silence
I writhe in agony
to see the despicable dead
restless and infuriated
daunted by their formidable grave
they long for salvation...
My stagnated beauty is futile...
Alas ! I cannot restore their lives..
the dead leaves pay their homage
where the ALIVE one fails to visit...
For the contest ' angels at the cemeteries '