by Mary Straniero

Created on: April 23, 2009

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 young so pretty, so loving
too giving too young
of such precious gifts
to lechers and molesters,
and some just were crude
so many users, so rude so so rude
the few that really saw her
her inner beauty, her light
were victims themselves of
disillusionment, abandonment, abuse

a life of fright
fright from the monsters, that made
all who they were
clinging to the darkness, giving themselves
their bodies, some their hearts
they were just like Angel,
who learned how to survive the pain
by the drugs that were given so freely to maim
and pretend to make them feel sane
She found a white powder which for a moment made her
not feel the shame. Yet an Angel she was
to all of the girls who loved her
a light amidst the darkness of the night
She inspired some to believe that
life was more than this dark place
and to love and live life
amidst all of this angst

If Angel that lived and worked in the dark
could embark on such a road
when not on the powder
she shone like a light
then it helped us all to endure our terrible plight
We never knew if Angel carried on or went to a better place
one day she was there and then out of our place
I can still see her face, so innocent and pure
A beautiful girl so full of grace
that lives in many a house of darkness
and is in the wrong place

Damaged but not broken
Angel I hope you moved on to a better life
full of goodness and hope and
no more white powder to dull you
and your grace.

Angel I can still see your smiling face

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