Tears of An Angel 1

TEARS OF AN ANGEL (part 1) Obscurity of a Roman god of love Painted in clouds with arrows and bows Brandished baby cherub on a messengers mission Before the folding off of this sheet Thought of what a being I envision Till I transited into this vivid ravishing vision To shut the world behind this trance-like bars Over this walls lies envy, hate and mockery Take the solely route where men are left alone with you To wrestle with the guard, the palm that bears me Only to find broken wings, saturated Tattered screams, not overrated, That screeched into days, Tears that heals as the balm in Gilead And salty droplets like crystals. She's stuck on earth, unable to levitate Despair of a divinity. Is this why she cries? The cherub made of fire and light To serve me and excel in strengths, Strengths that once failed me But here you are; couldn't even go up the sky To get me water from the clouds When am soul thirsty and weary. Your tears is all I drink now Cascading from the windows of lofty hills What have you endured To draw this water upon your cheeks? The hurting of humanity is disheartening, The suffering and the anguish Are like flames that can not be extinguished You fell out of the height of understanding Wondering the wayward ways of men: Why we persecute and execute instead of succor Why we kill rather than heal, Why we hate instead of love, Why we envy rather than appreciate, Since we are created by Love, for Love and to Love, Instead we molest and rape (you) All because of beauty, body and our lust Rain you drenched in watery shame. VickWizzy Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright ©2017