The moment I’m outside those walls, <br />And out of reach of those that strike, <br />I can finally breathe. <br />I walk without fear of feeling a fist, <br />Or hearing a degrading comment. <br />The mask I had applied, <br />Was replaced with a real smile. <br />Tears fall freely, <br />Glistening like individual shattered dreams. <br />My broken soul slowly releases the fear, <br />As I fall to my knees. <br />Anger overcomes all emotions, <br />To create a blur of memories. <br />I reach into my pocket, <br />And pull out a reminder for their decisions. <br />The light hits it perfectly, <br />Shooting a red light all around. <br />Silence falls over all those within sight, <br />As I get up and walk away leaving a trail of red diamonds. <br />Fire runs up my arms, <br />Reminding me of my last wish…. <br />I hope they won’t forget the red rain this night, <br />That represented a tear from every lost angel.<br /><br />Shay Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-angel-8/
