Angels sitting on my chest

Forgetting to allow me to rest

I hear them singing out of tune

Telling me that I will meet them – soon.

I hide in the oncoming traffic

Disembodied. Soulless. Tragic?

Tears spill on thoughts I never had

I store them away in an overflowing bag.

Black clouds are frozen in place

If I keep going, I won’t leave a trace

My mind is sore from the voices inside

And still, there is no sleep in sight.