Heaven Bound
The angels in the horizon are not kind.
I am left in the blaze- there is nothing left of me they will find.
The only aftermath left-
Are the memories that leave them bereft.
Along with my soul, I shall take along the guilt.
For in this everlasting fog, no hope can be built.
My last bad night, I did not make a sound.
My last words I wish to never be found.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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