Angels of Music
Rotten old floorboards captured their blood
stolen from the world yet still adored;
Children taken because they could sing
forgotten but for their sound stained horror;
Held them and tucked innocence away
felt their rhythm in the house’s cry;
Swelled with the sadness of silence,
beheld the angels of music trapped inside.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment