The Angel

a poem by Barako Keiko

Are you really there?
Is that really you I hear,
Whose voice echoes through the dark space?
Between my ears,
Between all time?
I can’t see you.
Where are you?
I fumble blindly in the darkness,
I have to find something real,
I have to find something eternal,
Something that will last forever.
I miss the touch of your cold hand on my face,
But now I know that that was not real as well.
Perhaps I should just give in.
Maybe the dreams that I once had,
Are what destroyed me in the first place.
Or maybe it was the truth,
Or my love for you.
Whatever it was though,
I still long to hear your voice,
Or any voice for that matter,
It is so very quiet here.
I may one day find that there is something else,
I may one day have something more than this dark castle.
Hmph, a castle that only few can see,
I can’t save anyone from here.
No,
The rose vines that bind me here are thorned,
If I concentrate hard enough I can almost feel them,
Sharply biting into my flesh.
But no,
That is illusion as well,
I can feel nothing from here,
Nothing but sadness,
As I am forced to watch all that he does,
The only thing I can do,
I sink down from my place in the castle,
My eyes closed,
To help the one who holds my soul,
My eyes closed.
I must help whomever I can,
I must rescue everyone.
But from this castle,
From this darkly shining prison,
I can not.
All I can do is wait,
Wait here,
And watch as they stab you,
Over and over again.
The swords sink into your flesh,
Time and again.
And there is nothing I can do,
I am bound here,
Just as I was bound then,
The first time.
All I can do is wait,
Until the revolution of the world

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