Danka Sikorska Poet Free verse

My Angel

With broken, dirty wings.
Feathers missing here and there.

He got older.

There's less whisky in his veins,
belly does not fit the shirt anymore.

He sits still, calmly smoking a cigar.
Long, grayish hair falling on his
handsome face kissed by time.

My fallen angel.
I have never thanked you for
all the nights you held me tight,
for tears that you took away.

I have never thanked you for your prayers
mumbled softly to the sky,
for giving me air when I was out of breath,
loosing my mind.

It was you who led me to the stars.

Now they shimmer in the ocean of my eyes.

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Semih Bilgic May 25, 2017 at 2:13 AM very nice,thanks

Hannington Mumo April 27, 2015 at 9:34 AM I never thought a gal of the 21st century could write with such singular clarity and flair! You are the breed that wins the Nobel. Continue writing, please! 7++++++!!!

Tim Smith April 25, 2015 at 10:55 AM Beautiful Danka...I like how you thanked the man who showed you the way....lovely Tim Danka Sikorska April 25, 2015 at 11:09 AM Thank you Tim for your kind words. I am glad that you liked it.

Dorian Petersen Potter April 24, 2015 at 6:55 PM Very nice pen Danka! Very sweet poem you've written here thinking of this man angel.Enjoyed your piece.A7!Wishing you a very lovely weekend!In his light!God bless you! :) D. Danka Sikorska April 25, 2015 at 11:10 AM Dorian, that's really nice what you said.

Jan Allison April 24, 2015 at 4:07 PM wow such intense imagery you have painted such a vivid picture of this person in my mind - a 7 from me:-) Hugs jan xx Danka Sikorska April 24, 2015 at 4:17 PM That's really nice, thank you ;)