The Angel Poem by Penni Currie

The Angel



The Angel is flying so high up above
he doesn't realise down here
there's a world filled with love.
He wants to fly so high in the sky
He can't see that one day he might die.
Together the Angel and Lady H play.
She's cunning, she's obssesive
she'll want him to stay.
Lady H has caressed him
he wants her touch,
more and more he needs her so much.

The Angel is trying to break the strings
to get away from the Lady
but he's tied by his wings.
The Angel is struggling to break the hold.
Our love will pull him back into the fold.
The Hawk is flying high up above.
She'll surround him and hold him
and save him with love.

The Angel is flying but soon he will fall
Doesn't he realise, he's loved by us all.

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Saturday, June 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friend
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is about a friend nicknamed the Angel and his struggle with heroin. The Hawk was his girlfriend. He did eventually get off drugs.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stan Petrovich 23 June 2014

I have a male cat named Currie, a Scottish fold. I'm happy you did not take it to mean an Angel, literally. I don't believe in angels myself, even though the majority in America does.

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Stan Petrovich 23 June 2014

I have a male cat named Currie, a Scottish fold. I'm happy you did not take it to mean an Angel, literally. I don't believe in angels myself, even though the majority in America does.

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