Crying Angel
At times like these there is silence
And no one speaks a word
Even though they wish they weren’t
Their thoughts, they go unheard,.
They pace the halls without a sound
Emotions are not expressed
The move around like hollow shells
The poor things go unblessed.
Their eyes are covered with black fabric
Wrapped tightly around their head
The wear a red ribbon around their neck
As if it was gone they would be dead.
The flesh of their hands is covered by gloves,
Gloves the darkest shads of blacks
Their lips are painted the darkest of reds
And black wings are folded against their backs.
The all seem so helpless
Pained, and so frail
The way that they live,
It must be a hell.
They all seem so hollow
Because their emotions don’t show
But this is untrue
Because their tears I’ve seen flow.
Their eyes, they are covered
So no one can see their pain
The only time the fabric’s removed
Is in the pouring rain.
Their eyes are full of sadness
And tears rim their eyes
But when the rain comes
They let their tears fall and there is a surprise.
Each spot a read does land
Sprouts a flower of red and of black
A rose, stem covered in thorns
The petals red with tips of black.
As soon as the rain stops
And the fabric’s returned
The flowers turn to dust
And blow away like they were burned.
Watching these helpless creatures
I can not help but to think
We are all like them
Hiding what we really think.
We always hide emotions
And leave words left unsaid
And before we know what happens
Our frail lives are gone and we are dead.
That’s when we become them
And maybe that is why
In their past life they left so much
No wonder the poor things cry.
So remember to live life to the fullest
As if tomorrow everyone dies
Because you never know
If you will become the angel who cries.
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