Bad Poetry Friday

Fallen Angels 2/17/1998

Fallen angel

broken halo

shattered pieces

at my door

you tried to save me

take me away from my silent war

but I fight my own battles

carry my heart in armor

scared from falling from my pedastool

into the deep waters of my soul

I wrestle with emotion

I don’t understand my devotion to perfection

I got lost off the path

to my freedom

on a road bound to tomorrow

stopped to pick wildflowers

and remember my days

before my pain

looking back I’m stronger

I’ve gained knowledge

amd I’ll follow the path back home

Notes:

WtF? Apparently I was a little obsessed with angels. 

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