Angel in the Dark

They called her Angel
She worked in the dark
trade of the devil
body for soul
She was an innocent
damaged so

Two paths in life

Two roads
Two paths in life
One goes straight ahead
To a destination far beyond
The other curves and swerves

A crying newborn enters life,
red,
cold,
distr aught.
A mother's hand,
a mother's heart beat,
is no longer present.
The child knows

The Haze

All you see is like a blinding haze.
Sometimes hours feel like days.
Sometimes no path in your gaze.
People leave but

Each day proves a lesson,
life through a looking-glass.
Amids t infinite numbers,
feeling lost in the mass.

Witness to profound