Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel

A Poem by Alex P.

 

Swathed in white,

the broken form cries silently,

Anguish visible
bent posture
crooked wings,
buried deeply

embracing comfort of the bed

 

Scalding destinations

chilling rejection

overwhelming darkness

lifelines fluttering

helplessly
downwards
 
Foaming cloaks
press all around
shielding
protecting
destroying

© 2008 Alex P.


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Added on February 22, 2008

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Alex P.
Alex P.

AB, Canada



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