Cursed angel

A Poem by Lydia Waldock

She told her gods to go against her
An angel of destruction she was.
Burnt off-white wings only visible to those that know her this way.
What power of a god complex can bring you down too?
They had it coming, didn’t they?
Bruises and harsh cutting words are what you get when you go up against a god.
They don’t know the pain I’ve been through
I’m tired of holding my head high and holding a bright big smile on there to fool them
I’m tired.
I tried
Fuelling my fire the reckoning is coming.