Broken Angel

No one notices
and no body sees
the fallen angel
on bended knees.

Raising her vision to
the lonely skies,
she silently screams
and slowly dies.

Her wings were broken
by her terrible fall
but not her spirit
as she walks tall.

Strong in her heart
as in her mind
lingers the past
which was rarely kind.

With no other choice,
she pushes back hate
and walks ever forward
toward whatever fate.

Whether live or death
heaven or hell,
she'll accept what's
given till end of the bell.

Reviews

[Christopher Nelson]

Interesting melancholy and resolve mix. The most interesting part for me was the alternating of the melancholy and resolve between stanzas. The only part that struck me as strange was the 'end of the bell' wording.

[Lina Grey]

I like this. Even the seemingly best of all don't have it easy, but what sets them apart from the crowd is their responsibility, courage, and pride, I suppose.
"Her wings were broken
by her terrible fall
but not her spirit
as she walks tall."
Beautiful! Thank you.