Missed Connections in Brooklyn, NY: Angel Guarded

Missed Connections in Brooklyn

Where Angels Cry by D. Sharon Pruitt

 

Angel Guarded
Missed Connections from Brooklyn

I have cast aside all hopes of being guarded by an angel. . .
For when my soul cries? Do you hear it?

If I, over here, blurred into the horizons of the other shore
Whisper into the ocean
Can you listen to the song the sirens break -beat
waves and ripple in the tides
that crash into the rocks of your bones.
But the blood is gone

A carcass remains, weak and weary of risk yet again.
I have bared my soul too many times,
Presented already under pressed conditions
All I got, and it’s a whoooooole lot.

Not of my lot.

Lovelorn Poets her two cents iconHer Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
The Brooklyn feed is our featured location today. It’s one of my favorites to read because the emotions are raw, varied, and generally well-articulated. It’s been a mighty long time since I’ve visited this amazingly transformed borough, but the vestiges of hopes and tears from the many souls who have walked its streets still appear.


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