Where Lye’s My Angel Poem by Malory Joyce

There is such a thing as moments
Because nothing is content
Moments are what my life has become.
I am left behind because my happiness is eager to run,
Too far to join together; I am not content

Along the path my happiness ran
And along the path my happiness found a man
I fell in love once again.

I was placed in his heart that was oh too sweet
But with an after taste of such bitterness
My own heart has become too weak.

I now run along a path
Too far for my happiness and I to join
But as I run I realize I am fallowed.

My path is a one way road,
A race track in which
I am racing towards the open door
Against my happiness… he is my happiness
And all that was just moments I lived for
Our love was a moment as his anger was content,
I must now hide.

Through the open door I run.
I am sitting amongst myself
A room of four walls and one door;
One way out with one way in
Except it leads me back into his arms again.
Lock the door, lock the door,
I shall create myself a window
I shall escape again.

Through the window
I escape the four walls of despair
Into another room without a door;
No way in with any way out,
I shall create myself another window.
My window, my only way out but
With rusted metal bars attached,
I can not escape.

The walls become less as they sink into the ground
I am stuck within quick sand and
There he awaits me as he’s the only one, who stands,
Lending his hand; I need not his hand.

Couldn’t let me go, I had to be overthrown,
At this moment I fall
with his anger overgrown.

I am trapped
I don’t want to be locked up
Spare me a key.

Where lye’s my angel?
What keeps her so?
Please I pray in need.
Where lye’s my angel?