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Wretchedness 

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Wretchedness has

Shackled me to my bed today.

She is a most

Undesirable visitor.

Knows me so well.

Waits until i am so weak and weary,

Deceives me

And preys upon my thoughts

Piling on one after another.

Smothering me, keeping me writhing 

And gasping for oxygen.

(She knows me so well)
I open my eyes and try to look away

But I get entranced by her siren song,

So deadly yet so serene

And i must just see her,

Must hear her.
My body settles into the sheets.

Gone.

Come time, minutes or hours

Or longer

Til I overpower her;

Wretchedness.

I rise to touch the sun, my eyes catching 

Glitter that remains

Twisted in my sheets,

And I am momentarily blind.

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Angel Wings

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I am tending to my Angel wings.

They refuse to do their part.

They have left me cold and stranded,

Left me weeping in my heart.

They are tattered and worn.

They are bloodied and torn.

They were not this way

On the day I was born.

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I see your Angel wings are tattered.

I see that they are worn.

I hear your weeping heart

And I want to keep you warm.

I know your soul is weary.

What if I told you mine is weary too?

We could both try together

To mend a tear or two.

We can find a strength in each other

That knows no distance,

Knows no time.

We will find a strength together

And again we will fly.

Again with stronger wings,

Again with shiny souls,

Again with beating hearts

When we have patched up all the

Holes.