Renewed From The Broken Poem by Silence Dogood

A broken angel.
With no wings to fly.
A grounded guardian.
Bound by a lie.

A cetient being.
With too many woes.
A doomed deity.
With a somber rose.
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My name is Elena.
I am 13 years old.
I found my mother.
With skin so cold.

Her eyes were blank.
And she did not speak.
Her body wouldnt move.
And her heart wouldnt beat.

The phone echoed loud.
As the police were rung.
Rushing to the dead.
As the silence hung.

I didn't scream.
My mouth shut tight.
The darkness surrounding.
With no glimer of light.

My mother lay asleep.
So I repeatedly said.
When in complete truth.
She was stone cold dead.

And three days later.
At her funeral she lied.
And while I sat unkowing
To the heavens she flied.
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A renewed angel.
With wings to fly.
A greatest guardien
With hope in her eye,

A centient being.
With no saddening woes.
An indeering deity.
With a bright blooming rose.