Guardian Angel

A Poem by Austin Harvill

Just how I feel sometimes

I try to find the mind-set to let out the hurt. Dirt is me, to be carefree
I can't see. Please, I need you. Two would be nice. Entice me, my friend.
Bend me to see you. Glue me to your beauty. Cutey, let me call you.

Where is the love? Covered in smog? Bogged down in the swamp? Dumped
in the sewer? Fewer answers, my doll. Call me, will you? I know your there
somewhere, without care, you can't see me.

But fine, whatever. I'm clever and resourceful. Pull me down, I think not.
Rot my soul you shant. Can't let them down. Frown on me if you will. Still,
I press on. Dawn on me if you will, but my sun will NEVER set.

Heh, who am I kidding? Pitting my will against my heart. Cart off my
the pain. Taint my mind. Fine, you're already there. Tear away the good things
Pings of sorrow. Borrow my strength. Like a tank, war will start again, Guardian
Angel.

But it seems to be a forgotten rule. Pool your thoughts and think of this:

Guardian Angels need Angels too.