Ellinore Swope

My Poor Angel

Wings pitch black and injured,
Cold gray eyes that glare back at me,
The long tangled hair that shines like silver moonlight,
Eyes red and puffed from tears you don't let me see,
Trying to hide your emotion,
My poor angel.

Hiding deep within myself,
Curled in the darkness,
Clothing ripped and torn,
Ripping yourself apart from the loneliness you feel,
Screaming and screaming,
Praying someone will hear you,
But they're deaf to your words.

Only I can hear you,
There is nothing i can do to help,
My poor angel.

One day you will be set free,
Your wings with change,
Become the color of the shining snow,
Your hair will hang to your waist in waves of silver,
Your eyes will no longer show hatred and sorrow,
You will no longer be alone.

For no you are stuck,
Weeping in the dark,
Searching for the way out,
My poor angel.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

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