Fallen Angel
Fallen angel
your wings are clipped
your feathers are inked
shoulders heavy.
You sink.
Eyes blazed,
fury rise,
powerful fist, and
hurt born eyes.
The scares are deep,
the terror is real,
Tell me angel,
what love do you feel?
Nothing is left
only corruption.
Hell is close,
but Heaven is nowhere near.
Copyright © Vanezia Lockridge | Year Posted 2016
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