Trapped Angel

(not a poem, but i think it was worth putting on here)

I watched an angel, alone and trapped in this chaotic world. She walked on her toes; a little bounce in each step foreshadowed her anguish. Her feathers, once white, were charred as black as the midnight sky from the burning tears she cried. Her arms wrapped tightly around herself, embracing the only person she knew that cared. The leather coat she wore was battered and torn, and looked like it had seen better days and better times. The sash around her waist dangled limply beside her legs and dragged along the dirt floor, pulling along with it her heart and spirit. And her broken soul sulked behind her, chained in regret and sorrow. Her beautiful mind constantly clicking, always moving past the obvious, and into dark places the rest of us only read about. But she doesn’t cry. She’s all used up. Ready to sleep and dream of something better than what she was given.