Shadows

 

When the arrow of self-pity

punctures the very essence of dignity,

I fall behind myself…

I wake up to

Angels of dark shadows

with broken voices,

hidden faces,

under the façade of triumph,

envoys of distress,

tied down in painted faces,

beautified with dangerous mirage,

of unquenchable fire.

With broken voices,

these angels tell a story,

a story of pain and despair,

Clothed in appealing shadows.