Fallen Angel Poem by Denis Martindale

An angel with a broken wing
Crashed down upon my head!
Apologized for everything,
Despite me there, half dead...
He picked me up and prayed for me,
Concussed and nonplussed, too,
Still glad that I had eyes to see,
Though I was black and blue...

He brushed me down then shook my hand
While I was fit to swoon
And hoped that I would understand
That he'd be leaving soon...
God told me straight to pray as well,
That broken wing to heal,
Then after that to rest a spell,
Sit down and have a meal...

The angel's wing clicked into place,
He waved then flew away,
To leave me there with squashed-up face,
That really made my day...
But life goes on and so did I,
My nose all out of joint,
With people always asking why,
But then they get annoyed!

No-one believes a single word,
They frown at my demise,
Yet they weren't there when it occurred
And what they say's not nice...
I've been on TV now and then,
Yet folks just want to mock,
I'll never do that stuff again,
As I'm a laughing stock!

My wife was kind in her pretence
That she believed it's true,
I know I've lost her all her friends
By what I've put her through...
Then one day, she got up and left,
Divorced within a year,
I live alone, feeling bereft
And often shed a tear!

Why did God let that angel fall?
Straight down upon my head!
What happened drove me up the wall
And I'm still seeing red!
My life's in tatters, thank You, Lord!
Forgive me for my doubt!
You see, I'm not as self-assured
And scared of going out!

Why me? That what I want to know,
No witness at the time,
Just me alone, an average Joe
And now well past my prime...
It's just not right, it's just not fair!
I always went to Church!
It seems to me, You just don't care...
You've left me in the lurch!


Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2013.