Tattered Wings

 

Ive got an Angel watchin
His tattered wings wrapped round my shoulder
Beaten, I lay broken, in tattered Angel wings
Bruised, I am battered, on tattered Angel wings.

   Slowly I weaken, consciousness is gone
Bruises becomes badges, where bleeding used to be
Broken bones mend like solid stone, Granite on my feet
Ive got an Angel with tattered wings.

   Ive got an Angel watchin
He mends the mangled mind, manic, megalomaniacal  
He takes the blows my soul cant handle
Ive got an Angel with tattered wings.

   Ive never said thank you for all that hes done
But without God, he would be none
So I give thanks to God
For the Angel with tattered wings.

   His feathers in disarray, some missing
Wounds Garnered from a life commanded  to protect one
Commanded to serve, no matter the cost, taking on what I lost
Ive got an Angel with tattered wings and when I'm taking
a leave from me he brings me back my sanity.

Feb 27

Author's Note

please have fun

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

I'm not a religious man mind you, but I can see how it can make somebody write an awesome piece of work. I like this poem.

[Yina]

Aw I really like this:) Honestly I've never thought of an angel as a male but that's a very interesting thought:)

[Ripple of Aqua]

I like the great show of conviction that the tattered angel shows for you; to loose more and more feathers in order to save you from your pain.