A CRIPPLE ANGEL (part 2)

Again, I watch him drowned.

For hundreds times maybe, and I still can’t help it to see him like this. Those graceful wings are bleeding. Again and again, at the same wounds. He stared at nothing. His mind is flying through times and spaces. His body is trembling in cold. Stunned at the corner of his own thoughts.

The wound has melted to the flesh, and so the pain, the scar, and the anger. An undefined illness that leads to mental degradation took place in every single breath. One once said, men may not cry. This cripple angel had gone through levels of life, stages of story. Tears had never been a burden to do otherwise it’s a certain thing to do since he’s still has a heart to feel. He just shed a tear that run down to his chin. Another tears for the same old pain.

His glowing outfit has no longer glow. His pride face has no longer shine. The only thing that’s left is a dark thick sadness you can see easily. So many things he’d passed, and the biggest enemy is only the raging anger inside. No matter how smart he is to cheat, but that raging anger has more power he could ever know.

This cripple angel live at a place called ‘Nearest Heaven’. Funny how, his nearest hell is just around the sight. What a contradiction situation an angel could have. He could never live in heaven fully, yet he could never end the suffer he had in hell. One big matter only strikes to his heart. A million consideration had weaken him to choose one strick side. Could never do that. For one reason only...His little angel also live at the same place he lived and depend life from a flowing water in hell. He called his little angel, Princess of Light. For many years, she is his only strength to live two worlds at a time. Also sometimes, he became so weak, at the weakest point he might have, and even his Princess can do nothing to it. Then, he would only drown him self in silence. Surrender to a powerful demons.

I look at him now...
Weak. Shatterred. Hopeless.

It hurts me bad watching him from this far away side of the world. Trapped in a place called reality and cannot do anything even to take care of his wound. I hate myself whenever this time comes. I hate to feel helpless for him. Be strong up there, my cripple angel. Don’t let those demons beat you...My door is open whenever you feel tired along the way.

16:22, February 05, 2007