Angel

Broken wings and simple things,
Tarnished halo turning red
Dying soul, to life he clings
With tired eyes not strong enough to look ahead.

Feathers sprayed with dust and dirt
Falls to the ground without a hope
Remembers what it means to be hurt
Tries his best, but fails to cope.

Poetry falls streaming from his lips
He whispers as the night fall around
Cynicism from his heart drips,
And forms a melancholy lake upon the ground.

Fallen angel, lift your head up high,
Find yourself and ascend to the sky.