Why Angels Cry Poem by Amber Pennington

One night I had a dream. It left a tale to tell. I dreamed I saw an angel; poor thing was not so well. His body bruised & battered. His wings were ripped & torn; I saw that he could barely walk. He was so tired and worn. I walked right up & asked him, Angel how could this be? He turned to me & paused a bit. Then these words he spoke to me. I am your guardian Angel, a mighty task as you can be. You've ran almost all your life, and this is what it has done to me. These bruises are from shielding you in times of dire ill. Those drugs you've used so dangerously, I have often paid the bill, My wings you say are ripped and torn. A noble badge to bear. So many times they have shielded you from evil unaware. Every mark carries a story of wickedness destroyed, you've made me wish more than once, and that I was unemployed. If you can’t make it on your own, PLEASE don’t fret or worry, for I will always be there. Keeping watch over you until my powers fail. Keep in mind my child I’m getting old and frail. I can hardly believe what I had seen, let alone how much he cared. I wept upon his shoulder & left him in despair. In the morning when I looked in to my spoon, I pondered why I should even try. Then in that very instant I thought I heard a frail old angel cry...