Angels
Tragic is the sound
of a once beautiful voice made sad
Anguished cries from the pain
of a self-abusive, hurtful life
So many sores on your hands and knees,
you do always seem to be falling
Falling down ... falling
Getting up gets harder each time,
losing more pieces of your mind ...
broken fragments
And the suffering
doesn’t seem to have an end
Death’s sirens you hear calling
Your soul is like an angel falling,
plummeting to the ground
Falling down ... falling
Your sad soul is like a fallen angel,
who fell to the ground
No more shine on your broken halo,
fallen angel
As your soul keeps falling further down
Every time you fall to the ground,
a piece of your heart gets shattered
Losing another fragment of your mind
each time
Broken heart ... broken halo
The ground opens apart
for the last fall of a fallen angel
9 - 8 - 2017
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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