The Angel

an angel, broken and battered

wings, torn and tattered.

skin, sliced and scarlet

heart, cold and dark.

life, fading away

nothing, wisps of grey.

eyes, moist and damp

tears, falling and frantic.

love, never was

fears, full of blood.

sight, fading 'way

feeling, can never say.

ground, cold as ice

night, darkness would suffice.

alone, shallow breaths be taken

pain, gripping and shaken.

loss, twisted and forlorn

memories, tattered and frayed.

the angel,

she lay there, broken and battered

her life now gone,

all but shattered.

Reviews

[Broken Wings]

Beautiful imagery used, your word choice is gripping. Very relatable write, again. I enjoy reading your work. Keep writing :)