Angelic silence

Wow this is deep and dark and I like it. very nice my friend, very nice

Sounds like a person who lost their way, was infected with kindness, and never forgot, who gave it to them. ~ Gee

Told ya I'd fine my way. Slowly but surely. This is deep, very. Really enjoyed reading

Here is a little quick re-write that might help you with revising it into a better, more believable story. Remember, this is just quick and could use more editing. It was half past three that Sunday night down on Hawthrone street I was keeping to the light just workin’ the old beat Not lookin’ for a damn fight just a fix to get me through the night He came for me, all that was left And I'm not one who prays maybe it started as a theft but it didn’t end that way I remember that I wept in those few moments that I’ve kept They found me alone in the alley lost, afraid of the shadows They understood I had no family, held me til I shed my sorrows What I lost I could not tally And why around a junky rally? Why do such a strange thing who’d open their hearts to me people are not usually so caring something very rare to see Who are these odd beings they must be saints, all seeing But as I turn to pose my question I find no one there to ask just a silence filled with tension I guess they finished their task Fading away without a mention an undercover angel convention I may have been beaten and raped but I know I'm not alone wrapped in my emotional red tape I don’t even have a home But it's never too late to learn what’s at stake They couldn't save me the pain but gave comfort as they could that horrible night there in the rain they sheltered me with good So that is what I now retain to show their love was not in vain I went to rehab the next day started to make a new life I stopped being easy prey haunted by my strife I try to stand tall and make my way healing more each and every day Respectfully, Rett: “Anyone who sacrifices liberty for security deserves neither.” Benjamin Franklin