Who dared to touch my sun
Who dared to make her lose her shine
She was cornered , with nowhere to run
When their pockets are naked, they rush for war
They hunt and show up at every door
This sickness, is a hunger worse now than before
Who dared to touch my angel
Who put her behind that horrible cage
When she was just chasing the stars
Chasing a dream that life had lost
Being tracked and ensnared was what it cost
We were forced to learn her warrior ways
Eye’s vigilant as if waiting for the unknown
Mind sharpened , braced for the cruelest blow.
The hour that I met her,Hope softly bloomed
Yet as the hours ticked, despair loomed
They feed on fear,
They look like us
But had their hearts turned to dust.
The hour that I met her again,
I cried , unable to hold it in
They taunted, that I taste everything,
Emotions raw, my heart ached with a piercing sting.
She asked me what time it was and i said it’s 17: 35
How distraught must she be?
Slowly telling day from night
By the day’s warmth and the nights cold chill
How empty does she feel?
Another day gone without a lucky chance
The day next,
I set course to meet my angel
My mind was tortured, I distracted it
Trying my best to not look feeble
trying to dig up strength underneath
I wanted her near, it was a necessary need
I buried the pain deep inside like some fossil
Trying not to cry to show that I was strong
We talk about work
she says nothing about whether it hurts
She hides it all, all the pain felt
She would smile and tell me to be strong
How could I be ?
When she was stripped of her wings and couldn’t fly
Forced to fold herself in tangled shapes, on that cold hard ground
My angel was broken, her fears held her in a tight grip,
My angel’s soul took a fateful dip.
Lies of wellness masked the true scar,
What else could she say or ask?
Maybe, When is soon, Is it near or far ?
She lives with fear in her mind
But If the shadows return, she says she will surely die
Wanting to not return to that cold floor
Where hope couldn’t grow