Angel For Sale

Her hopes drip, trickling forlorn paths down her cheeks,
Her lost dream deaf to her last desperate shrieks.
A feast of weeks, Misery has made off her cold tears,
While her limp hand begs for warmth, nary a once it appears.
Against this cold wall, her back lays mercilessly bared,
Her will's reflection off her past beauty, haggardly impaired.
Her eyes are open,staring out in their endless death,
In their damp depths, the flickering flame a shallow breath.
She used to believe, know the joy in a laugh,
All that's known to her now is Darkness's cold bite on her bare calf.
Bid Him your wants, drop your coin in His slot,
Watch his dark marionette, a forgotten beauty caught.
The strings raise her arms, her painted lips never shall smile,
Such a sorrowful little doll, ah but the shows worthwhile.
A dare to you, gaze past her chained beauty, Darkness's painted guise,
Lose yourself a while in her dark eyes.
Dreams lay torn, sacrificed in crumpled heaps stretching for miles,
Love's affliction's strikings, always abandoning her with harsh denials.
Who then shall justify the many dreams that were suppressed.
Free her of her watery chains, her from darkness must he wrest.
Long now has she lain asleep in her glass case, her sentence has long been served.
This fragile angel stripped of her wings, banished to darkness undeserved.
Listen to her pleading gaze to stake the highest bid, her color grows pale,
This pretty little Angel for sale.

Alyssa M. Gandolfi

Reviews

[Rahul]

what should i gotta say to youse this write...is it sad or is it heartfelt ? :P
well, i'd love to say, this piece is damn nice and good to imagine, to think about life indeed.great job, every line has it's own meaning and own impact on us.100/100

[Alyssa]

Thank you so much! :)

[Jim Clarke]

This poem makes me sad. I think your writing is beautiful, but it is too focused on despair. The discovery of joy in our cruel world is rare, and that is why I think art is so important.

Be of good cheer and give my fairy tale a try.

[John A Common]

Very good work,its powerfull and heartfelt.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

This has the scent of something autobiographical. If so, I hope it is in the distant past. I wonder how visually breaking up the couplets would look.

[Wildecat]

This is so sad. This piece really touched my heart. A well crafted poem, and a pleasure to read.

[Done]

There are no words of comfort which I can express to her that would diminish the pain of her apparent loss; but I would reassure her that there are some out there in this tattered and backward world which do in fact see the angelic spirit-this mystical, powerful splendor behind her darkened eyes--a spirit within which greatly surpasses even her chained beauty. My thoughts are with her, always.