Hidden angles
For why must I see such angels wandering among us
most just break these angels to the point
these angels wish to spread their wings and fly home
i wish I could hug something so pure and apology for mankind
but pain can block out everything even a caring heart
but I must admit I am no angel but at least I try
for if I do not wander here in this world
who else would be willing to love them and guide them
but I know I am not alone there are rare others like myself
bound here for all eternity
until our day comes for our judgment day of mankind
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world