Chasing Angels
When I sleep,
it’s like I’m chasing angels
when life is just too painful
to find my way back home
When I sleep.
I’m with the ones who love me
though they are high above me
in clouds of mist and foam
I know I’m not alone
When I wake.
to find myself in morning
like I’ve just had a warning
from somewhere in a dream
And my head
is filled with apparition
but there is one condition,
it’s not what it may seem
It’s just my angels
and I am not alone
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2022
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