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Published:April 30th, 2008 12:29 EST

Where Are All The Angels?

By David Richardson

Busted, broken

picking myself up off the floor.

The furious sun shines

inside my mind

and I cannot

remember a time

that could console me.

Everything has become so

real.

Everything has become like

lightening on a

lonely night.

And the scuffed concrete that I

grew up on

still remains like a residue

in my mind.

My memories refuse to leave me.

My eyes will never let me be free.

Where did my smile go?

Where is my soul hiding?

Just hold me closer and I will find them again.