Quiet Belief In Angels Poem by Rosalita Fern

As they hover over us,
With their protective hand sheltering us from the pain,
My belief in Angels is strong.
My Quiet Belief In Angels
They protect us.
No shadow of doubt,
No blurred vision that they exist and help me through life.
Protecting me until the day i die,
Where i will be the protector then.

Until that day.
That day when my angels hand fell and no longer protected me.
My Quiet Belief in Angels evapourated.
That day when pain hit me.
Like a thousand knives stabbing me.

Why did you go?
Where did you go?
When i needed you more, you went.
My Quiet belief in Angels flew that day.