pattianne

lonely
angry phone calls
beacons in the night
I would walk off into water
to rid me of this life
spinning into darkness
desperate for some light
I was lost to myself
standing alone on the street
rain pouring down my face
moments appear only once
footprint patterns trace
calling out to the sky
a torn sad juggling clown
carelessly tossing pride and purpose
invisible without a sound
rolling through fright and mist
my life falling through my hands
dreaming of the love I missed
reaching down you held me
curled up and huddled tight
lying with a childlike grin
opening my tired and
shallow eyes
finally able to see
I found a perfect angel
gently handing my life
back to me