Touched by Angels, ****** by Fire

Shakespeare didn’t even miss an utter when he said:
“The world’s a stage — and we’re all mere players.”
The games I’ve played with my mind are unattainable.
The past still haunts me —
It’s coming in at lightning speed.
The devils now walk through daylight, uncovered.
Where shall I hide?

I saw the devil today, hiding in plain sight —
Unhinged, with its devious ways.
The Deity can’t protect me from this one.
Time has far since passed.
Shelter...
I need shelter.
Somewhere I can lie down and not feel the pressure.
Where is that shelter?

As they say: it pours when it rains.
My cup is filled to the brim.
My heart — too fragile to take it.
I pray once in a while,
To reassure myself that it’ll be okay.
The fragments of life are scattered everywhere.
I need reassurance and resonance.
Where shall I find it?

To an angel I met today —
Surely, every cloud has a silver lining.
But have I found that silver lining?
Is it really what I wanted?
Is my heart content?
The angel held me.
I saw a glimpse of paradise...
But it was still out of reach.
Where is the paradise I deserve?

To my lips, the angel touched.
A warm embrace it gave.
I’m confused —
Thoughts crisscross my mind endlessly.
Is it love? Or was it lust?
No... it can’t be.
I still can’t believe it.
I gave up on love.
Whoever had it — took it and ran away.
Where is the love?

Disgusted, I feel.
Tormented, I am.
I enjoyed it... but was it of good cause?
Still — to that land, I might return.
A friend, the angel became.
But when I run, I will never look back.
To the past, I’ll try to bury.
The question is... when?
At free will, I’ll never be.
In hiding I abide — and that is all.
Once you see hell, you can’t go back.