The Battled Prayer


Angel of God,

My guardian dear,

To who's God's love?

Commit me here.



Ever this night,

Be at my sight

To light and guard

To rule and guide.



Yes! You guarded

But, I still fled.

Yet, you let me;

Have my false dragon head.





Shackles unlocked, but my legs are tied;


Ropes let lose, still I won't hide.

Picking up the pieces of what's left of my pride

I threw you away

Oh! How you cried.



God heard you scream in hurt and failure

I moved away as my filth got heavier.

You begged to stay but I stood as the barrier.

Patiently, you waited to be my savior.



Night after day, like the wind over the clay

I stayed up waiting, while you kept telling me to pray.

I shut you up looking for a needle in hay;

And, all you could say was “every dog has its day”.



Today I woke up feeling empty and bare

Looking for that Angel. But, you weren’t there.

Nonetheless, I gave a ****;

But, the food was left cold and even the ham.



Days gone by, I haven't seen my Angel dear.

Days turned into years, but not a savior near.

Who will rule and guide, and light and make clear.

All, I could see is a lump of meat, when I looked in the mirror.



Sleep ceased couple of years back

Samurai brothers, all are shoved in the old sack.

This lump of meat that moves with a heart ivory black.

Still, every moment spent, I am taken aback.



Now here I am back where I started,

Where is my Angel? Did I take you for granted?

Staring at the empty photo frame,

This is over the wall, a little slanted.



My Angel dear, why aren't you here?

I am here but I miss my puppeteer.

Something is missing inside,

The vividness seeped,

I thought of myself as scalped-sharp seer.



I don't have something;

I am missing that totem pole.

It used to reside as my Angel with me,

Then it dawned on me, my Angel took my soul.