Broken Angel

His broken halo

Still gleamed dull gold

His haunted eyes

Kaleidoscope of

All that he had seen

Wandering Soul

Lost in the waves of yesterday’s sorrow

Longing to capture the dreams of tomorrow

Adoration Predicament.

Oh to break the routine now that time has gone stale;

And be in the presence of another lost soul.

To such a shame it remains undeservingly frail;

That my raw heart be ripped savage hole upon hole;

But hath she intended such a wicked attack?

Upon her own self it crept like a cunning fox,

Unaware was my beauty, the gen she did lack.