who needs angels anyway?

she asks aloud for all to hear
but no one
for she alone drifts amidst the waves
shipwrecked
tears roll into the waters
where her feelings drown
a sunken heart

i could use another cigarette

she says
reaching out her hand to grasp the
addiction
that haunts her when she sleeps
open eyes she looks above
as she floats
now among the starry night
tar beach dreams
a tortured heart beats
and she reaches out again
now grasped by the man
in the moon
once a believer but not now
no

not me

she speaks
to the angels
and wonders where they were
before she lost her faith

and the angels sing to her
the blues

and she finds herself again