Angel

A beautiful untouched soul

Graced with the looks of an angel and heart of a saint

Tainted by his tormenter meant to guard him

Then cast his maker away of his own volition

Forced to pay for the choice he has made

Heaven crumbles below his feet faster than he can rebuild

Casted out of heaven by his tormentor, he lived the best he could

Sins and spirits took pieces away one by one

This boy is an angel

One I couldn’t keep safe

Deserving the world, he received it being spat in his face

Even I lost sight in seeing his loss of innocence

What one may do in times of lack of awareness seem to be the ones of most regret

No poem, writing, or plead can push the demons that follow

Nothing can heal but with time

For now the hearts ache of confusion and lust for a better year