Lost Angel Poem by Ioanna Kreytor
Lost Angel
A Lost Angel
Trapped
In the world of
Evil & Good,
Cannot see
The point of deception
And lie.
Misunderstood.
Believes in the words,
Not knowing the themes
Nor boundaries,
Eyes opened
Hands seized,
Takes a step into the world
Of decay and hate
Where soul is conquered
By body,
And fate
Is held in the hands
Of loathing and cold
A Steeple of dolls
People - they're called.
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