A Crown Of Free Will

Everyone talks to god, not many want to talk to a fallen angel. Purely conceptual.

Face and mask now one in the same.

Hopeless, shameful and I've lost my name.

Strength failing and heart beating. 

I must ask who wants to play this game.

Pride spared but given happily over to shame.

The path laid before, rocky and tangled.

Most lost somewhere along the way mangled and strangled.

I'm already the puppet left to dangle.

Strings pulled and my heart fooled.

I walk with no destination just anticipation, am I a tool?

What happens when the tool makes a fool of your precise world.

It turns upside down, with an angelic frown.

Angels gave us all a crown, for most it surely drowns.

Once again it took only one tool to make the world a fool.

When was the last time you spoke with the devil...

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

What happens when the tool makes a fool of your precise world.
I turns upside down, with an angelic frown. -- great lines...

An interesting piece; well conceived and equally well fleshed out. I like the tone and the texture of the piece on a whole, and the language is also quite pleasing to the ear, especially when read aloud. Hard and soft, witty and deep...nicely done.

[unsavable_soul]

Thanks, been away for a bit.
Just starting to get back into the game here, hopping to be writing but doing do with a better mind set. Happier. Will be trying soon to get through my now over 200 read requests. Hope your well.

[Strider Marcus Jones]

This is a very special poem. Great rhythm and structure. Clever use of internal rhyme and wonderful development of theme. Excellent poem. 100/100

[unsavable_soul]

Thx, I need to do a decent new piece.
Very kind of you.