You stay awake all night.
You�¢??re not alone.
Standing by the river.
The midnight moon shimmering in the water.
Every time i close my eyes.
Rest dose not come.
The voices of my past running throw my mind.
Shadows shift and move through the trees around me.
I turn as the broken hearted come to see where i have fallen.
He ripped off my dove like wings.
I looked upon the broken, bruised, lost and yes even confused.
As the look at me their eyes tell no lies.
To them I am still their savior, their guardian angel. the one who is there when no one will be.
They see in my eyes how far he made their angel fall.
With their healing hearts, so pure and gold.
They cry tears not much just one for their fallen angel.
The tears of all the broken, beaten, lost, forgotten, fallen and even murdered.
Covered the world.
I stepped forward and place a hand on the first ones cheek.
I whipped the tear from her face.
My wings grow back not as a dove but more like a eagle.
Huge wings with a feather for every single tear.
Then in her eyes I found.
It's dodozen??t matter how far down a person can push you, its matter how you can turn around to them and still save them..
To: this poem is to all the ones I love and have brought back from suicide. Before I wrote this poem I called my self the angel of love. "to love and never be loved" but I found after writing this I am loved and as long as i have the memories of the ones I saved nothing/no one can ever brake me to the point of losing my wings forever.
