Awakened by an eerie dream

Of weary angels with tattered wings

Their song was woeful and it broke my heart

I asked them if they knew the part

Where alone I’ve gone through hell

The angel closest to me sighed,

and then began to yell.

“Dear child don’t be selfish,

life’s not always about you”

“You think we left you all alone;

yet this simply is not true.”

Another spoke much quieter, she said,

“I beg your pardon,”

“You’ve had the best protecting you,

Hand plucked, from heavens garden.”

My response was if that is true

then please explain,

how each of them were able

The youngest one emerged just then

from underneath my table,

He was a child of maybe ten

I wondered how he died,

With tears falling from his eyes he whispered

“we have tried,”

Timidly he approached me,

a tarnished halo on his head

Then nearly...