Angel of Despair

It is not the beauty
of a beckoning moon
but the stars far away
to which my eyes gloom
searching their shadows
for a wisp of some light
of an angel that's dancing
to reflect in my sight
but alas there is nothing
to be seen by the eye
tonight I did need her
for my chaos does cry
as my anger and fear
like a cancer does climb
to spread and take over
to squeeze on my brain
with their powerful hold
they claw out a great pain
my thoughts are now racing
like a river they flood
to drown out my senses
and poison my blood
my eyes become blurry
and my body does thud
kicking and thrashing
with out any control
just how long it will happen
this time I don't know
I have no control
of these muscles of mine
but they course with a strength
and the bruises I'll find
they'll be on my arms
and my ribs and my spine
as I wrestle these demons
now lost to all time
then finally release
as they loosen their grip
and the vomit I choke on
I can finally spit
slowly my senses
return back to me
amazed at the damage
that has been done by me
maybe the stars
is not were I should look
but deep in my heart
for the thought that it took
for there was my angel
with her starry bright eyes
that battled my demons
with her beauty inside

Author: Douglas Q. Plew