The Angel
Time turns into dust
As I sit here, my hands in cuffs
Days turn into chains
As I lay hidden, full of pain
Months come and go
As I’m forced to lay low
My body feels dead
As I desperately search for a bed
Endless threats silence my ears
As I struggle to cast out all my fears
My mind has crossed to the Darkness inside
Knowing that my survival has been denied
I can not escape my wall of loneliness
For part of me has left God and His Holiness
My body is weak, my throat dry
If I had tears, I would’ve cried
I’m giving up, I can not go on
But then something new occurs at Dawn
An Angel appears at my side
With a happy ending to help build my Pride
Copyright © Tumeka Young | Year Posted 2011
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