An Angel

My bruises are turning blue
I wish you had some clue

I am standing alone in the sea
Left to sulk in tides of agony

My heart yearns to be happy
And I got, but pain and misery.

People call me an angel
But alas! Lonely broken angel.

I am the one hoping for hope
My life's hanging on thin rope.

With tears and smile I am being strong
It's hard, I left hope back a long

I am as solitary as the moon
Waiting for hope to come soon.

People call me an angel
But alas! Lonely broken angel

- Ayesha Rehan