An Obtuse Angel

Graffiti skies seem far too distant, an angel nearly naked without wings;

Heaven rejects, quite barely reflects; and its Hell that acceptance brings.

A decision made, without the faculties of choice - freedom is never free;

Evil shall embrace the child of scorn, the angel who would rather not be.

Priority corrupted, propriety confused, an angel then succumbs to doubt;

Barred are the doors to Heaven, and just as heartlessly, Hell reaches out.

Mortification may be masked as mercy, amnesty accompanied by abuse;

An offer hardly ever meant to oblige, an angel who just could not refuse.

Each breath reeks of sin - somewhere, somewhat, an angel somehow fell;

Heaven’s outcast is wretched, and condemned to the many curses of Hell.

The divine be damned, when wilting whites wane amidst a beastly black;

Conceived courtesy cosmic conflict, is the angel who could not turn back.

Deserted by discretion – if unable to stay, an angel yet unwilling to leave;

Heaven learns to punish, and in reciprocation, Hell administered reprieve.

As a testimony from torment, deliberating against those afraid to commit;

Promoting a sense of prejudice unbiased, the angel who would not submit.

With wisps of wile, then tendrils of tact - accommodate an angel aberrant;

Heaven could believe elsewise, and rightfully, but Hell is astutely adamant.

Distorted, distracted, distended; psyched beyond these confines of regret;

Amidst those that struggle to remember, is this angel who could not forget.

The renegade will resist the rigours of religion - an angel immune to belief;

Heaven shall then cry tears of tribulation, and Hell ought to celebrate grief.

The want of a faith without even believing, is more impulsive than implied;

Exploiting the potence of every shadow, is an angel who shall not confide.

Alone, and in more than just every sense of the word - an angel set apart;

I really ought to have expected the otherwise, rather than blame my heart.

Struggling to look beyond the obvious, even beneath the supposedly true;

Searching within, eyes forced shut, an angel who would find none but you.

By:

Sarthak Prakash