My fallen angel

Tears of pain stream down my face,

as I sit here and hold your broken wings,

 

My angel,

you no longer sing,

My sweet fallen angel,

your voice no longer rings,

 

I watched you stand for me,

I watched you fight,

but you where not strong enough,

so you fell tonight,

 

Your now blood stained robe,

was once pearly white,

Your smile is no longer bright,

Your halo is bent,

Your days have come to an end,

 

My fallen angel,

I am sorry,

I should have helped you,

but now i will never see you shine again.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

I like this poem, I do believe in Angels and on Earth we call them friends. Nice write.