My Dear Angel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Inspired to write this when i heard Ed Sheeran's "Little Lady"

My Dear Angel, I know this is all hard to comprehend right now. Your life is flashing before your eyes as i speak these words, but I want you to know that even though what you had to go through in one life, many of us would have gone through in ten, you had love and strength in your life that most of us could not amass in a hundred. I prayed the moment would never come where I'd have to see you like this, but now you no longer have to go on living the life you did, mesmerized by the lights and promises that got you there in the first place, now entranced in the darkness of the shadows they kept you in for so long. But it's all over now, so no longer allow yourself to be devastated by the daily storm of actions done to you, or be shrouded by the blacked out clouds that engulf you.

My Dear angel, there was no silver lining in those clouds, and I pity you for ever having to go through a single second of your life from the moment that darkness covered your beautiful soul. From the diner across the road, i saw you standing in front of the strip club between the beat-up unit building and the forsaken church now run-down pub, holes in your stockings and torn apparel, surrounded by other girls like you and being stared by men who'd willingly cheat on their wives for a momentary pleasure that would scar you for the rest of your life. You're not like the other ones angel, and I'd damn myself for all eternity if i were to let someone such as yourself be subjected to a life of selling your love to a different man every evening as your soul slowly begins to dissipate.

My Dear angel, I know you might not get this request often, but I'd like to take you out to dinner tonight, I hope that's okay with you. I see the way that man has been looking at you now, God only knows how he plans on spending his evening with you, and I can tell within the chambers of your heart that you're scared. We'll head off to my place first, get you some clean clothes that my ex used to wear, maybe have a quick snack while we're here cause i can only imagine how much that hellhole must've bled you dry of basic human necessities. I know this place down the road, lovely place away from the shadows of your workplace area. I saw the look in your eyes as the food arrived and expected that, like an unfed child of forced labor, you would begin to feast upon it immediately, but like a nun at the dinner table with her family, you refused to eat until my food arrived also and we gave thanks. My only thanks that day, was that i had the chance to see the beauty of your soul radiating of your every action, as though all the murkiness that surrounded you had not once affected the goodness of your heart. We finish off and go and lie in a meadow where the trees surrounded us and the moonlit sky, as bright and clear as it was that evening, could only ever be matched by your fairness, and as you fall asleep on me, i could only stay up for much longer as your graceful slumber kept lulling me off to close my own eyes as well.

My Dear angel, you're frantic as you wake up, ten hours have gone by since you left the club, and you might as well be dead if you don't have the money to pay your pimp. You look over to me to notice I'm still sleeping, but you decide not to get me involved in this. I don't know if it was the spur of the moment, or rage and anger that you've developed over the years, but you know you can't keep living like this. You walk to the club passing by the other hookers, some gasping in disbelief as they know what's to happen, while others come up to you, one grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you against a wall, warning you of what's to happen if you walk in there and say what you're gonna say, but you don't care anymore. You feel the blood pressure in your body rising as you push through her and continue to walk through the front entrance, hearing the laughter of the security guards as you brush past them, and feel your heart beat climaxing to it's tops as you open your prick of a pimp's room, where he gladly greets you with a gun to your head as he says "where's my money?"

My Dear angel, i found the note you left in my pocket, and as i look over your body lying in the corner of an empty alley, i can see why you had to do it. You're back where you belong in the luminescence of heaven surrounded by other fallen angels just like you. No more darkness, no more perverts in the corner of the street abusing that body and killing that soul of yours, no more clouds that once blocked the rays of sunlight from ever reaching your skin. Though your body was found in the dimness, though you lived your whole life in a blinding shade, nothing could have ever blacked out the shine you exerted. With you gone, though the world grew a bit dimmer, the sky has never looked so graceful and the sun never so radiant. Dear angel, as for the note in my pocket, though i only knew you less than a day, you were the light of my life too.


Submitted: April 20, 2014

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unmasked delusions

Well thought through, I loved it. So touching...

Sun, April 20th, 2014 9:48pm

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Thank you. Im glad you enjoyed this one as well.

Sun, April 20th, 2014 2:56pm

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