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.

AB, Canada

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