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Black Angel
I am lonely as a tree in a barren field,
There is no subtle silence to soften my tears,
For I am truly alone in spirit, but not in body,
The never ending chatter, mutterings, bangs, and clangs,
Are constant reminders that children are about.
I long for a loving touch, a kind voice, a comforting fragrance,
But, all I receive are beatings from a drunken rage.
Then a black angel came to me,
He was strong, honest, and handsome,
As I think of him, despair washes over me,
The deception and shame fuse into one,
His blood is on my hands.
