Angel on Earth

I come so close to loosing life that it’s become a part of my life.

Drowning is now a process for my breathing.

So many times I’ve turned right but I’m always at the wrong destination.

Sorrows are lingering next door, but there’s always an angel at my door waiting.

Observing for the second I need saving.

There must be.

How else would you explain me still being here physically?

I have a guardian angel.

A protector of my balance.

I understand this thing called life will never be easy.

My guardian angel is always there to save me.

But one day I’ll take my last breath for good and I hope I’ll be escorted to heaven.

I need to be polite and thank the angel for being my angel on earth.

I hope they’re there as well.