Frayed
~ Frayed ~
This hallo dimmed and faded…
The soul chipped and shaded…
Another fallen Angel on the ground…
Prayers are whispered in a silent sound…
A tumble from grace from a goal set high…
Now the vision is small in a crowed sigh…
I repair these wings but the color still grey…
In the softest voice this poet is frayed…
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