Poetry · Short Stories

“Angel Tears”: An Original Poetic Address


I walked in today to see an angel sitting on my couch. She is my angel. She looked at me with a sullen look in her eyes. Why is she sad? Why would my angel be sad? Have I done something wrong?

She is not only my angel, though. There are others she helps too. They don’t appreciate her as I do–They do not seem to care. I can see it in those eyes. Those glowing eyes that don’t at all deserve the brimming hurt that my own cannot help but see. Knives from an ungrateful’s mouth, a sharp slap on her upturned face. Why would one such as this feel these things? She is too accustomed to dealing with the world’s pain while I know nothing.

I am too young to understand some things, but I can understand how she has suffered. I know that I do not like it. What am I tasting? Is it salt? It is my tears. I cannot look away from her glittering eyes. They are full of memories.

I feel the pain and I see the hurt.

I am her pain and I am her hurt.

I can feel my soul ripping into so many shreds and I am crying. I am crying my angel’s tears… She blinks.

“Mum, are you alright?”


Thanks for reading! You might be confused as to what this is and I wouldn’t be surprised since I’m very sure that I just made this writing… style (?) up. This was a poetic address, which according to me is a paragraph written in a poetic way or, if you prefer, a poem written in paragraph format.

To everyone who is currently having to take finals this week or in the coming weeks: Good luck! I hope you do well!

Happy Reading 2018–Let’s fly together!

Mayah XO

Copyright 2018

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