Fallen Angel

Fallen Angels come;
in all colors, shapes and sizes.
Often falling to deep letting;
the world the best of them.
Hurt is painful to bare.
Staring into space;
wondering if there’ s a better place.
Trying to erase all bad memories.

Noticing struggle more and more each day.
Building frustration sliding into hell’s gate.
Want to escape, but psyche don’t know how.
Prayers weakling, fading into none existence.
Constantly thinking remembering not one ;
devoted prayer to God has been answered.

Can one do too many things and pleas go empty?
If God heard His child crying would He help?
If God saw His child deteriorating would He care?
Heavenly Blue Oasis an fantasy or an old folk Tail?

Can’t take this torture anymore.
Can’t take obstacles ruining dreams.
Can’t take helpless, defeated, mentalities.
Can’t take weakened crying self- esteems.

God didn’t answer.

Must take matters of;
the world into own hands.
Paper in left hand;
Pen in right hand.
Calling all poets;
time to unite!
Anger- Sorrow;
Disbelief- Mayhem.
Noted throughout;
near and distant lands.


Ready to walked through the door fighting injustice.
Suddenly, a voice from Heaven sounding stern as poets;
“Hello My Child”, “It’s about time you stop complaining”.
“I’ve been waiting on you to take the first step”.
“For you, I have so much in-store, it‘s not to late“.
“All you had to do is open the door to The Gate”.