Torn Angel

If you are a torn angel, 

winding like a tornado,

sweeping things from the ground

moving fast, making sound. 

Throwing them away 

Yelling for them to stay

They left you

alone in the dark 

with nothing to create a spark

You’re alone 

and afraid

you can’t believe you stayed

It’s dark in here

Your suspicion

 turns to fear

It’s cold down here 

and you’ve been here 

for a year

But now they are back

haunting you

breaking you.