Fall Of Innocence Poem by janice etienne

Dear heavens
how can something so sweet, so innocent
infuse their lungs with smoke
how can their lives be so clouded with hate
and their hearts a secretive burning hell.

Am afraid
afraid of tomorrow's angels as much as i am of today's
it's a selfless suicide
a lost, fallen angels from infancy

i want to cry and hide away
but theirs so much i could do and say

where are my tears?
they are dry and helpless
it's just the beating of my heart
the hope not to leave me senseless.

just to see yesterday's angels fallen from grace
creating such penetrating chills to a place

Now nature would be gone, taken from me
then what will i be?