The Angel

I felt at ease in the angel's embrace,
It reminded me of summer rain,
My troubles melted away around them, as I was filled with a foreign ease,
And I felt I could endure another day of agony.

That divine face engraved into my memory,
The Angel, my pillar of light, that guided me through the haze of life,
But even a divine being isn't safe from the ugliness of jealousy,
The Angel's true colours beginning to shine through that one flawless exterior,
And I, trying desperately to cling to memories of the past.

Soon the Angel became possessive, driving those I cared for away,
Its purity, now completely engulfed by ugliness,
The Angel pained me.

With the passage of time, the once divine being's corruption only worsened,
But I still hoped for a miracle, that perhaps things would return to how they once were,
That perhaps under the Angel's new mask, sat their old pure being, chained up by jealousy and lust,
For almost a year I waited for a miracle that never came.

It saddened me when I cut my ties with the Angel,
But I know it was for the best,
I often wonder what life would have been like if the Angel hadn't taken a liking to me.