Nov 11

While sleeping last night, I had a dream, it left a tale to tell;
I saw an angel, she wasn’t looking well.
Her body was bruised and battered;
her wings ripped and torn.
I saw that she could barely walk;
She was tired and she was worn.
I walked over then and asked her; Angel how can this be
She tried to smile as she gathered her thoughts,
then these words she said to me: I am your guardian angel, quite a task as you can see.
You have lived a very wild life, with that you must agree.
You have broken law and broken hearts, you see what you have done to me.
These bruises are from shielding you;
I do my best even still.
The drugs you have used so dangerously, I often pay the bill.
My wings you see are ripped and torn, a noble badge I bare;
So many times they have shielded you from dangers that you were unaware.
Yes, each mark bares a story of pain and dangers I have destroyed.
You made me wish, more than once, that I was unemployed.
If you would only embrace life, and choose to do so on your own,
It would stop the pain and suffering that comes from being alone.
I will always be there to watch over you, until my powers fail.
When I awoke I thought about the dream;
how much for life I care.
The I looked around my prison cell,
And my Heart sank in despair.
As for helping myself from within these walls,
I wonder;should I even try?
Then distantly I could hear an old frail Angel cry.



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