Waiting For An Angel Poem by Robert Combs

to see evil from its core
I measured time on margins
crystal edged umbra ruined
splintering by calculated denials
waiting for the hour patience passed

standing in the shadows
beneath a broken mirror
cherishing clarity
disguised by all the terror
waiting for an angel

mad love where untempered found
you remain channeling crippled shadows
deflecting horizon-less depth

light spotless
upon this voice and sound
a heart whose wails you dream
into actuality swims halfway
to your perilously conceived and
always vanishing shore

hidden in a doorway
behind a coffin made of shadows
understanding clarity
within the shattered windows

waiting for an angel