Heaven's angel
Has lost his way
His mind spins
thrashing rain
aching pain
a sense of disdain

An empty void
eating him to the core
Open sores
lathered in salt
His wounds pulsate

His innocence shines in his eyes
The illuminating spark of his very being
Hesitant to say he is lost
Too nebulous to ask for directions

He asks if he shall trust again
Or if the pain will ever end
The answer oblivious to his eyes
His soul continues to cry

There stands a confused girl
Longing to cool the molten coals
Tentatively wiping the tears away
But his tears dripple down anyway
She asks how she can awaken his weary soul
And help him take control
Of the mangled pit of self doubt and hurt
Tearing his strength away

Two souls in ambiguous worlds
One seeking relief
His senses dulled
 

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