Strange Pain Angels Poem by Dead Beat Poet

Strange love and familiar pain,
are some things that I have been used to.
Are what's left in this brain.
all that feels too,

Angels with broken wings seem my specialty,
not before but because of me.
They leave in silence want no trace of we,
not even a fond memory.

They are sending a message,
through shared dance sorrows.
To give us the vestige,
to strive for tomorrows.

Do that and this,
mostly have bliss.
Beyond the black door,
no celebration to miss.