Chief of Angels

Written by moi and Devon Richards

Part I: (Me)

Who has the power to
withdraw him,
To dissolve his being,
and cast him as
The Prisoner of Memories?
His weeps,
his cries,
they Echo.
With his soul steaming,
he begins to ask himself:
what next?

Part II: (Devon)

He sobs because he is alone.
Harsh memories flood his brain like
high tide along the shore.
He cries because he is afraid.
Can't you hear his moans?
Won't you give this
solitary soul
company
on this Godforsaken
Beach of Memories?

Part III: (Me)

They named him Michael for a reason.
Not all empowered can hold back tears.
He possessed the internal knowledge
that no mortal
could ever suffice:
His heart was the sun.
He laid back,
and waiting with easy eyes,
I watched him drift off to sleep.

Part IV: (Devon)

His soul fluttered restlessly
for fear of dreams that offer no escapes.
He thrashes out
and his heart throbs.
He knows things that are not meant to be known.
His mind withheld all the secrets
he desired to put to rest.
His past mistakes were all that he could see:
There was no moving forward;
No going back.