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Concrete Angels

Updated on March 2, 2014
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Anan is an online blogger and private consultant since 2009 in the areas of relationships and interfaith spirituality.

Shadowed figures in the darkness

she disappears in a flash of light

pain, confusion and distress

in the middle of the night.

A prayer, a cry drowns in vain

in a room with no windows

with no escape from this pain.

That’s all she’ll ever know.

Her soul dreams of loving angels

Where hate is her daily bread.

Dreaming of love and wings

But being free means to be dead.

A concrete angel stares at the sky

cold and quiet beneath a tree

standing post to a lonely grave.

A dead girl’s new address.

When she lived, no one saw

No one cared, no one knew.

That a bitter lullaby in the air

rocked her bones to sleep.

© 2014 Anan Celeste


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      Anan Celeste 3 years ago from California

      Thank you annart, is indeed very sad.

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      Ann Carr 3 years ago from SW England

      Such beautiful sadness, so well expressed. Love the photos too. Ann