Sean Foxx

(October 3rd,1979 / Midwest region of the United States of America)

Fallen Angel


Where do we go from here my fallen angel?
Now that heaven is a dirty grey.
Who do we turn to, my fallen angel?
The trust once had, betrayed.

What is there left in the ashes, my fallen angel?
Hearts once strong, now afraid.
When will this wound heal, my fallen angel?
My eyes long to see the light of day.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 27, 2008

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  • Tanya Stanford (8/27/2008 6:41:00 AM)

    All might feel lost now but things to do get better. Love the continious use of 'my fallen angel' adds to the depth of the poem. Lovely work again. (Report) Reply

  • Ahmad Shiddiqi (8/27/2008 1:36:00 AM)

    nice! I like the words, My eyes long to see the light of day. keep writing! could you read my poems too? Thank you. (Report) Reply

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