Where's My Angle Now?
By Madriar
Where’s My Angle Now? The hour grows late but I sleep not. I look at the clock, it is now quarter till three. There’s something that tears at my insides, something that will not lay rest. It turns and turns in my soul and mind like a spinning, howling whirlpool. I cry out into the darkness my struggle, my lonely moans filling the night air. I cling to my security blanket but it brings no comfort. Where God, where is my angel now? Written February 19th, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 04:27 AM PST 0 • 1
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