My Savior... Gone


Punches and bruises,

Laughter never seems to come my way.

Yelling, screaming,

No one seems to hear me.


Day by day,

I wish life will end.

Then somthing happens.


A knight, an angel

You can say

Stands in front of me

Before the first blow.


Just stands there.

Tall and glowing.


He looks at my opponent,

He does not speak one word.


Just stares

Right into the aggressor's eyes.

I can't help but stare, too.


Must have blinked.

'Cause next thing I knew


They were both gone...



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