Grey Angel Poem by DM W

Grey Angel

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O I'm as old and weary as a grey angel.
My carefree, winged, white innocence is forever
Dragged down by earthbound prisons,
And darkened by time and painful experience.
Once I followed the roaring ways of the sun, now
I can only observe the saddest of twilights.
No longer will my senses stream free in clear skies.
For my heart is broken, and my soul is frozen.

Grey Angel
Monday, June 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
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