Torn Wings

 

An angel sits upon a stool,

and sings her saddest song.

There are no words, just mournful sounds,

she's been in pain so long.

 

Her wings are in tatters,

her robes are torn.

She cries herself to sleep,

her energy worn.

 

Her throat so very sore,

from all her screaming.

She's moaning painfully,

her tears still streaming.

 

She can remember,

the happiness she had.

She had a good life,

but it's now so sad.

 

She wishes there was something left to lose,

something to protect.

She used to be the cause of things,

but now she's just the effect.

 

And now she cowers,

full of fear.

That strong, mystifying angel,

is forever stranded here.

Reviews

[The High Poet]

Just a great poem. I found myself sucked in from the first line and could not pull away till I was done. Keep up the great work

[James Watts]

I have to agree with everyone else. The emotion in this piece and the imagery were very well done. I could feel every word. Nice write.

[Ruth]

I love this, sombre imagery backed up with delicate emotion, excellent piece! xx

[Ishgnu]

I too love the picture of this poem. I want to draw her!

[Miss Coral]

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Wonderful imagery. The only thing that was a bit off for me was the rhythm.. however, the poem was so great otherwise that it seems only a minor problem, rather than encompassing the whole thing.

Overall, a wonderful job.

[deeps]

Whoa! This is amazing, I enjoyed this read alot.
This is very well written.

[Pookie]

Wow...big words can't explain how I feel for that Angel. She's hurt. She want's to be something more than what she is now. I agree with Water Queen, great imagery. Wonderful job.

[The Water Queen]

I love the emotion and anger in this poem. Great imagery and I feel sad for the angel. Great job.