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Angel with broken wings
You deal in death and words
and criticise songs of birds
you are a miracle of beauty, and yet I wonder
why you have the grace of thunder
with disingenuous words muttered under
bad breath and indirect eyes.
yet, any fool can see past false sincerity,
but deeper still, what lies beneath the layers of cruelty?
What pain did you bury inside?
It wouldn't allow you peace, would it?
You shift your nose in lefts and rights
and hide your eyes behind crooked smiles
as if baiting to be misunderstood.
But alas last night in my eyes, you saw
A seed of compassion sewn
and that scared you
so you ran
and now I sit here mourning you
I have denied it for as long as my back could carry the weight
but inevitably it had to break sometime
it is broken now,
as I realise that I may have missed
the precious chance
to nurse back to its health
an angel with broken wings.
