Stone Angel
Slowly drowning in a silent pool of tears,
A Fallen Angel charred by the many years.
Blackened wings cup my stone face,
Where icy tears have carved their place.
Are you not joyful at the sight of me?
You who forced me into this silent misery.
And here I kneel upon the ground,
In the very place where I have drowned.
A melancholy monument to your depravity.
Finally released from this unholy misery.
Copyright © Angelita Becerra | Year Posted 2015
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