Author’s notes: As you might have noticed (or maybe not…) I have a recurring theme of an angels and demons. Er, rather it’s one specific Angel and one specific Demon. The Angel being me, the Demon being my… er, my… love… interest. Yeah, that’s it.

…it’s complicated.

Anyway, this is yet another poem from my anthology “Angel of Earth, Demon of Sky” which I finished last Tuesday.

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Damaged

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With a smile and laugh

She flew into the air

This beautiful angel

With a crystal-eyed stare.

So young and naïve

She couldn’t have possibly known

What would inevitably happen

The instant she had flown.

Because what goes up

Must always come down

And this gentle angel

Crashed to the ground.

Her wings were broken

Torn and stained with mud

And her porcelain face

Was tainted with blood.

Her hair was matted

And her skin was scathed

As every inch of her being

Was suddenly enslaved.

A silver chain around her heart

A metal lock on her mind

Everything she’s ever loved

In shreds and left behind.

Only misery ahead

A meaningless life of pain

The angel cried bitterly

With sorrow and strain.

With tears that are useless

And wails of strife

She learned you only have to fall once

To be damaged for life.