Weeping angel

A sad and sorrowful poem

In a small corner of the universe,weeps the dark angel.

Tears flowing like a raging river running wildly out of control.

Her porcelain hand reaching out and then drawing back.








Afraid to cry out,her words become hushed.

Quiet whispers in the stillness of the night.

Silence as she holds her voice from uttering a sound.







Her heart heavy from the weight it holds.

Confused from the madness inside her soul.

Unsteady are her thoughts,restless is her mind.

And so the dark angel weeps alone.