THE FALLEN ANGEL
The angel sits low, looking up at the sky.
Just wishing for once that he could actually fly.
His wings are broken, they do not work.
Trying to ignore the demons, in the shadows they lurk.
They whisper words of his torturous past.
The angel doesn’t know how much longer he’ll last.
His halo is rusted, it does not shine.
But he doesn’t complain and he doesn’t whine.
His once white robes have now turned to gray.
God doesn’t answer but he will still pray.
He falls to his knees onto the cold ground.
Maybe tonight, salvation can be found.
But once again, God turned His back.
The angel is trying to get his life on track.
There’s too much pain that he has to endure.
He has an illness and there is no cure.
How much pain can a fallen angel take?
He shouldn’t have been born, he was a mistake.
Living this life and trying to survive.
He isn’t dead but he isn’t alive.
Pain racks his body almost every single day.
He wants to leave but he has to stay.
Taking on pain that isn’t his own.
Why can’t the pain just leave him alone?
Trying to be the person people want him to be.
All the while thinking "Why can’t I be me?"
He doesn’t talk, he bites his cheek.
All the while dying and growing weak.
Forced to walk the world, alone and afraid.
Wishing that in his deep sleep, he had stayed.
Self hatred and anger roll off of him in waves.
But he still has love and he still saves.
Every day a life falls into his hand.
He builds them up and helps them stand.
But never does he ask for anything in return.
It’s okay though, it’s not a big concern.
He’ll keep standing and doing what he has to.
The pain and agony, he prays he’ll make it through.
But at the same time, he hopes it’s too much.
He hopes at one point he might feel Death’s touch.
Falling into Death’s sweet painless embrace.
He doesn’t care if other angels say he’s a disgrace.
The fallen angel doesn’t ask for a lot of things.
All he really wants is a new set of wings.
Wings that can take him up and away.
If it comes at a price then he will gladly pay.
He wants an escape from this hell on earth.
He wants to laugh and be filled with mirth.
But most of all he wants to pass that pearly gate.
If he can’t then he can accept his fate.
Doomed to walk this world, alive but dead.
I guess he must wait for what lies ahead.
His path is uncertain, he doesn’t know what to do.
But he knows that he will always remain true.
No matter what he will help ease your fears.
He will be there to help dry your tears.
He’ll hold you and comfort you late in the night.
Stand by your side even if you fight.
He wants to go to heaven more than you know.
But for now he’ll look up at the clouds from below
From: My friend's friend