Black Angel

I am lonely as a tree in a barren field,

There is no subtle silence to soften my tears,

For I am truly alone in spirit, but not in body,

The never ending chatter, mutterings, bangs, and clangs,

Are constant reminders that children are about.

I long for a loving touch, a kind voice, a comforting fragrance,

But, all I receive are beatings from a drunken rage.

Then a black angel came to me,

He was strong, honest, and handsome,

As I think of him, despair washes over me,

The deception and shame fuse into one,

His blood is on my hands.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is written from the perspective of Mayella Eule (not sure the spelling of her last name) from the book To Kill a Mockingbird. I wrote this for class freshman year.

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