Angel of sorrow

I saw the sadness manifest in the mirrors around me.
I heard a call from far away.
She was flying majestically.
Is this a dream? Is this a nightmare?
Is she an angel? Or a figment of my imagination?
Parts of her kept disappearing and appearing again.
Her wings are all torn apart.
As if she was fighting her soul.
Ripped from the inside and put together again and again.
I asked her how she was feeling.
She said: I am the Angel of Sorrow, what do you think I am feeling?