Sad Angel
Sad Angel
Room filled with a haloey white,
an angel lays on the ground wounded.
Blood on broken wings...tried couldn’t.
She wished to jump and fly.
Instead, she was left alone to die.
All her life, she occupied making things right
for the people who dwell in the village
to illuminate their lives, to shine the light.
She threw cupid arrows to create marriage.
She whispered good morals on right shoulders
to lift the sin and bad thoughts big as boulders.
She brought happiness to others, but where
in the heavenly celestial space is her’s?
Copyright © Thaomi Pham | Year Posted 2018
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