I write because I have to
The Tortured Angel - Poem by I write because I have to
In the darkness damp
form tears that fell to quell what's left.
No more to dwell
to blame in vain
left alone to feign deceit
while in pain discreet
and left to die
to soar no more, never to fly.
His heart crushed
and ripped apart, such
that his love like his wings were grounded
adjacent to fear, surrounded
by nothing...emotions unfounded.
Dripping away the light that remained,
glowing tears growing,
knowing blood's flowing,
he's losing his battle.
Wounded and cleft,
torn, in scorn he's been stretched
far beyond his limits,
within his skin his sin is etched.
severed dreams on broken wings waiting
distrought at the thought that he fought 'til the end
and now he must descend
with pain beholden
and a shattered halo, no longer golden.
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