Torn angel…


Torn Angel…

(With a proper edit.)

My  broken Angel.
Please smile for me and
stay with me at the sea all night.

Your world has fallen apart and
you don’t know right from wrong.
Desperate acts had left you feeling
dirty and insulated from everyone.

Please take my hand.

Walk with a man who swims in shit most
of his life.

There’s no angels on this Earth,
only us struggling to make amends.

We all must do things we are ashamed of.
The world isn’t clean anymore,
not enough helping hands.

There is no pity for the people in plight today.
I know we get fatigue and humiliated to
believing we are worthless and destitute.

My wounded Angel.
Please take my hand and
walk with a contaminated man.
Jaded kisses and broken promises had
left me empty.
The not so sweet taste of life has turn me bitter.

Sad Angel whispered.
I’m a dumping ground for men
who want to use and abuse.
I don’t mean much to no-one.

I  touched her face.
I told her.
We must ascend from the malingering hell.
Leave the one’s, who want you  begging for mercy.
In a shadows of our memories.

There is  no easy road and
sometime we must get up.
Tell the world to back away.

Find a better path to be on.
Kinder people.

Torn Angel walk with me and
please take my hand.
The new day is rising from the East.

           Coyote
            Oct 2009