When I watch you,
with your confused little face which has frozen into a grimace created by your sudden hate for the people who walk by you.
Completely unaware of you.
You're in darkness.
You're in a hole.
And you refuse to believe you can help yourself.
If I'm the only one who can see i wouldn't be surprised,the Wings. They surround you and you may never see them.
But you feel them.
As much as you may refuse,
You feel them.
They encase you whole during your worst.
Am I the only one?
The only one who sees them,
these beautiful monstrosities that seem to be made of pure Light.
Never to be stained.
Inhuman. Beautiful.
And you are lucky enough to have them,
and yet you stay, soaked in bitter tears, hateful.
I agree, that with the eyes of the world only half open
You are but a speck of dust on the cold floor of life,
but you indeed have an Angel.
I do hope you come to sense.
Be with your Angel.
His Wings are wide open.