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


WtF? Apparently I was a little obsessed with angels. 

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