Angels surround a beautiful soul
Carrying the weight of a hundred
Traitors in her past.
Simple tears stream down the face
Of a statue losing its soul
To the decay of the toll that life takes.
A small child breaks at the very second
He stops believing in justice
As his mother is taken from him.
Or a cliff
Yet the blind try to seek
The deaf continue to hear
The ignorant spew more false information
Than intelligent ones speak the truth.
I sit in a room dangling the truth
Between fingers that only want
What I would never give to them.
They ask me
“Are you afraid of the dark?”
Yet everything that has ever happened to me
Happened in broad daylight.
Why in the world
Would I be afraid
Of the dark?