Fallen Angel

Midnight eyes

So full of pain,

pools of a sorrow that

run so deep the

bottom cannot be found.                                                        

Hair of rubies,

like fresh blood,

that frames an ivory

face;

lips, mobile and trembling,

the loss of her smile

breaks your heart.

Angel,

bereft of wings,

a stray feather falls floating

towards the ground.

Her face lifted to the sky,

arms lifted

beseeching,

an answer to a question

that never comes.

Cast down.

Forgotten.

Unworthy.

Alone.