The Silent Angel

Silent Angel
weeping and crying
throughout the desolate night.
Although your tears
go virtually unheard
I know of your pain,
your soft glowing halo
has had to bare.

I long to ease and caress
your soft, velvety wings
that are now crusted
with the impurities
of your young life.

Oh how I wish
that the listening ears around you
would not be so deaf,
that the all-knowing eyes
would not be so blind,
to the obvious signs
that are starring them
right in the face
by the eyes of the Silent Angel.

Her cursed wings spread out
to protect the ones she love.
Everyday, painting on emotions
to hide what is happening
in her dreadful abode.
Everyday, I, the plaintive sparrow
watch the Silent Angel
fly around in an act
she knows how to do
all too well,
while inside
her still fresh wounds
fester in agony
with almost no hope
of ever getting better.

Although seemingly immortal,
what would you think
when she finally does fall
into the depths of Hell?
What have you done
to ease her decent?
Will you be able to
answer to the corpse
of the Silent Angel?