The Angel's Nightmare
A missile soars past heaven
Headed towards its destination below.
An angel peeks out the curtain
Sighting the strife between man.
Another rushes to the door
Ushering in the next young soul
Hands in his pockets, tears in his eyes.
Yes, the angels sleep on clouds of fluff
And dream in the colors of the sunset
But that little curtain
Showing all the misery that is earth
Terrorizes their nights.
Saturday 19 September 2015
Throwback poem. The Angel's Nightmare.
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