Broken Angel

The dark shadows swarm around their favorite broken angel, me. Haunted by the past and maybe I'm not even an angel. A dark angel perhaps? For I cannot tell. Life is almost like traveling in a dark forrest with nothing but pure isolation. Unlike me, the large ancient trees are strongly rooted to solid ground. It's not as cold as most people would think, but humid due to all of the pressures of what to do next surrounding me like thick fog. Symtoms of an illness that my family would be ahamed of, so I refuse to admit it. Shadows of the past keep a steady pace along side me, refusing to vanish. There's no body of water of any kind like you would usually read about in books or see in movies. Dark figures loom in amoungst the trees, making sure that I am always within their sight. Unknowing of their intensions, I try to find a way out into the clearing by walking faster. I finally start to realize that there is no way out. I am a broken angel trapped in my own dimention.