A Wingless Angel

On the breast of a wingless angel

I lay my weary head

And drench her with my teardrops

As I wish that I was dead.

Though it contradicts everything

I ever learned or have been told,

No one understands

And I'm empty and so cold.

 

In the arms of a wingless angel

Is the one place I can cry

No need to pretend I am okay,

No reason to forge a lie.

There are many others who love me,

But only the angel knows my heart,

The true depth of my despair

When my world was wrenched apart

 

In the arms of a wingless angel

I bare my wounded soul.

She kisses it and strokes my hair

And somehow makes me whole.

In the arms of a wingless angel

I take time to catch my breath

And through a simple act of love

She pulls me back from death.

Reviews

[Theo]

The whole poem uses a great rhyming scheme that makes the cadences flow well and make the lines memorable. I like that the first two stanzas deal heavily with dark themes but the final stanza brings a hopeful air. The dark themes persist through to the end yet it ends on a hopeful note. Good poem.

[nighttimesnoozer]

awwwwww i like this :)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

within those wings solace is pure ambroisa~ beautifully~ lovingly written~ like a smooth balm a lullaby for the soul~
so glad to see you here at the cafe~Shelbia =)~
xo
selene