Talking To An Angel Poem by Lance Carthen

Hey Mr. Angel..
Would you grant me a wish.
I wanna give back as much happiness.
As I can inflict.
Hey Mr. Angel..
Can you answer my prayers?
Why am I still here?
Why cant I be over there?
To sharp to feel.
The point of the knife.
I think the angel has fallen.
Humanities only sacrifice.
Too scared to give yourself.
So quick to give up others.
Pride is your guilt.
Your dying face woven in hates quilt.
Wishing there was no tommorow.
Trapped inside your own dark tunnell.
Where there is no guiding light to follow.
Insanity installed, inside growing shallow.
You feel so cold.
Hey Mr. Angel...
When did your face turn black.
Is it just another personality.
Or was it always like that?
Hey Mr. Angel...
Why does your nose bleed?
Is it too many drugs?
Or is it stress from being so clean.
Hey Mr. Angel...
I think the people need you.
There are no more hero's.
The souls have grown cold.
Hey Mr. Angel...
I think were mistunderstood
If there wasnt love guarding you.
I would kill you if I could.
Hey Mr. Angel...
Let us hold hands.