Fallen Angels

Hiding hurt behind a silent wall
bruised and scarred your innocence shattered,
rage burning deep within your soul
from blows by others who too, were battered.

Like a wheel spinning out of control
driven by anger and fraught with malice
the pain runs as deep as an ocean pool
the abuse running wild, rampant and endless.

Retreating into a fantasy world
the bruises now invisible to the naked eye
to block out screams that once were hurled
deflecting them quietly as in your sleep you cry.

Wrapped up in a threadbare blanket of numbness
to stave off the demons that haunt your dreams
you pray for peace, love, and forgiveness
and a life that is better than it seems.