Piercing light.....too bright to see.
Haunted shadows.....too dark to see.
Heavy gray fog blankets me. It suffocates my crying.
"It's all in your head", they say.
But I've seen Angels fold their wings and refuse to fly.
And I've felt their weeping as they grieve dying love, like a wounded child.
I feel their desperate sadness in the corners of my mind.
Soft subtle sobs
I pray all is not hopeless.