Angel

Angel of Darkness
knowing my weakness
voice taking my heart
and tossing my thoughtlessness.

Oh, how you crush
my defenses
and crash through my will
breaking my senses
into straw and chop sticks.

Eating with my fingers
I slump into coal,
the years like tears
tear at my soul.

"Oh, God," she says.
The night clambers on
like a lumbering giant,
stumbling on into the deep.

Day after day,
the clock clowns on,
a characterization
of chilling wisdom.

The nightmare
of knowing
and the sadness
untouched.

This is the darkness
and the Angel
that dwells there
in her sanctuary.

The clouds of the Bear
and the tears of the sky,
these are the messages
of borrowed destiny.

In the circle
in the park
the children play
in pink and purple tubes,

and she imagines
her own child there
and holding hands
and peace, some day.

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