The Forever Angels

down in the darkest alleys
where the broken people sleep
with their dreams tucked tight in pocket
for desire’s fool to keep

the forever angels wander
through streets lit by nighttime shadows
while the glass of silence is cut with cries
that haunt as hollow echoes

tossed bread crumbs on a too familiar path
that lead to a man twining rope
as the angels pause upon his beautiful sadness
before they whisper their three words of hope

never give up