City of Angels. Mental health poetry.

At a time of longing
On a night of distress
In a moment of reflection
I contemplate my existence
Gaze into the nebulous portends that scry my future
And all I see is despair
All I hear is loneliness
All I want is the end

Yet still I pray
And still I weep
For a guardian
For an angel
For comfort

Oh Come
Angel of light
Search my mind, Scour my heart
Prowl this metropolis
Shield its virtue
Protect

This soul of mine is a city
Ailing and decaying
Stained in sin
Festering with demons-
That never let go

And so I ask
And I beseech
Look to the sky
For an angel’s descent
But none I can see!

Oh Come!
Come dear angel
Wade through this depression
Fill this chasm of regret
Embrace my pain
My soul

She does not fall
She rises
From the subterranean core of my being
Pulchritudinous with possibilities
Clothed in the resplendence of hope
For there she has always been;
My Angel
Summoned by these most desperate calls
Calls cleansed of perfidy
Calls dripping with truth

Oh rise!
Forlorn angel
From the depths of my soul
For the epiphanies,
Of inner truth
Call you

Hope is an Angel
Truth is its herald

© judeitakali

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May you find some light in this post.
Hold on to hope,
Be true, and the universe will answer.

For Colleen’s poet’s choice, I composed the three “Badger Hexastich” poems in bold italics

And now for Sadje’s whatdoyousee

Stay safe everyone, stay loving.