Broken Angel

The struggle to be free
Seems impossible
When they have chained my wings
Grounding me on earth

I crave to glide with the clouds
Soar with the birds
The weight of the chains
Is suffocating my body

I can't breathe

I used to think it was
So beautiful. It used
To resemble a passionate, red rose

There once was a girl behind this rose.
Giddy and sassy, always craving more.

I believe now it is a black rose,
Thorns coming out on the sides
There's an angel now
With a broken wing
Blood, flowing out of her body
With each thorn

Looking up at the sky
Desiring so badly to
Glide with the clouds

~Akaila~

© 2007 Akaila
 

Author's Note

hope you like it

Reviews

[BLACKCRUSH]

I can feel the pain in this poem, I really liked your imagery.I hope you don't change your style I like it.

[Anthony DeCapite]

Great imagery, I like your style, although this one does make me sad.

[Nessa]

Wow this is really good. You have A LOT of talent and potential =].
And I like how a lot of people can relate to this...

[Chandra]

thanks for the kind words! i really like this one, the imagery is great!