An angel falls from the sky
Fell from grace
She still has her wings yet there is no trace
A majestic, beautiful creation now bound by earth
She has wisdom despite trying to search
How to get back to the clouds
She screams for her savior yet it makes no sounds
A glorious Angel with no wings
Useless to those that worship worldly things

I imagine you.
Who you are
Who you will be
My imagination wonders
But does it venture too far
I imagine the future
Imagine the good
I even imagine the could
Will my imagination allow me what should?

I put out missing posters, but they went unseen.
I saw you the other day; you had to go in a rush.
I wanted you to stay, but I didn’t cause a scene.

I wish I could have stopped you, put an obstacle in your way.
Yet when I looked you in the eyes, there were no more words to say.
So you left, went down a road I will never know.

I put out missing posters,
but you wanted to go.

A decorated warrior in battle but she believes in peace
She kills, slaughter but she wants it to cease
The war agonizes her bones
She cry; her whole body screams with groans
The fight yells, burrows through the treacherous field
Nothing can be done her fate is sealed

The chair is empty where it use to be filled
The laughter that use to echo is met with silence
The halls full of presents are now absent
Holidays with joy are now dread
Food that use to nourish the soul are now unfed
All that is left are the memories and the past we shared
Time has passed and so are the ones that cared

Memories, permanent like bloodstains,
Bleach scrubs, but the residue remains.
Forgiving holds the key, yet pain sustains.
I long to be clean,
Crave to be seen.
My messy room mirrors my mind,
Frantically scrubbing images to find—
A semblance of sanity, a glimmer of hope.
So I sit idle, in silent chaos, waiting for it to
Elope.

I don’t want to do this, I do not want to stay
The cold emptiness will not go astray
So I ponder, I find a reason to be
what is the point
if I’m no longer me