Sightless Angels Poem by Dan Uriel

where is the light
the one from which I knew
once has been my

the son of a dream
that would be all about me
the drama is still always a tragedy

when I go another will come
my feet under rocks for centuries
Blind Angels are themselves

easy to give easy to take
writhing sea of evil brains
but what about me?

should be able to say something
I`m diamonds that dazzle you see
stammering, stuttering, but - I am myself