Where are the Angels?

sick enough

to suffer

but not sick

enough for them

to care

my disability

invisible

my ailment

ineffable

my pain

disruptive

wishing a bone

was broken

praying there

was a metric

to tell them

how broken

I was

walking in

the pits of hell

asking myself

would no angels

come to save me

unless I was

thrown directly into

the fire?