Angel
dressed in white,
trapped within a dream,
you are my angel,
a reason to continue the struggle,
but cynic that I am,
doubts begin to bubble to the surface of my mind,
would your love be worth the cost?
can you shelter me from the storms?
purity idealized,
can it truly exist?
or is it an illusion with which to manipulate,
and control,
angel,
captured within the colors of the page,
you shall remain.
Douglas Polk
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