The darkness fell on
my angelic persona.
death glimmering threw
constant whispers.
as I shy away from the crowd
I feel the cold wind like they feel
truth like a hot sting against
my snowy white face.
warm tears slide down my face
as my stomach turns in knots
the snowflakes dance across the night
sky
I sit apon the steps of God's house
the chains and lock glistening off the street
lights
why art thou forsaken us as we starve and freeze with our kin held tight
why do they fight even though they can't see the light.
where have you gone

© L.C. Whateley