The Struggle
The Pain - The Stress - The Effort
A set of Haiku and Haiku inspired poems about my daily experiences and musings while on the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit).
Angels are beings of pure goodness and genuiness, They are beauty and elegance Created for reason of higher level, Yet how come there is a desolation angel? Can an Angel be really alone and deserted? Is there really a Desolation Angel?
Small and pale, with beautiful, emotionless blue eyes. Annie was a foster child in my grandparents home for almost three years. She and her other "siblings" had suffered years of abuse from their "saviors" and myself. This poem is about how she showed me her pain, and ill never forget her...