Hidden Angels

Hidden Angels

A Poem by Aramey
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Tumbling... down
she crashed into the earth
what is this place?
a sting drew her attention
to her broken wings
once white... crimson 
and her memory was erased
wings dissipating... into space
she wandered, lost
litter, hate, and pain
for days she cried
she couldn't remember,
how she came to this place
and the settling scorn, stained
a question of her purpose remained
people spat as they walked by
looked at her with no sympathy inside 
unsettled by her strange expressions
she looked so alien and untamed...
they knew not of the mission given
as he watched from above, 
sacrilegious, they should be ashamed!
He stood at his throne
anger clearly shone
as they watched her hungry, cold, and alone
walking by behind such judgmental eyes 
A tear drifted down his face
it was time to destroy the human race
they were throwing away his greatest gift... again
...each other, as little boys through rocks, like toys
their guardians stood laughing it away
He held his white cane, angels readying this day
hesitating as a young man reached out his hand
she looked up at him, compassion clear in his gaze
her eyes flashed and the saddened king stopped
and watched as the man brought her to his home
passing her some clothes and set her on his couch
he offered her a shower and food for her very hungry mouth
she slept there in peace and for the first, she slept all night
some time later he married that girl
and discovered under the pain
she was indeed a beautiful pearl
God watched from his mighty eyes
called off the angels...
and humankind's untimely demise.



© 2013 Aramey


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Deep and raw poetry at it's finest, Aramey...nothing to critique, just admiring artful beauty.

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Aramey
Aramey

Pensacola, FL



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