Dark Angel

December 18, 2011
The dark of the water washes over,
Pain creeps over like never ending horror.
The pain sends me home,
No happiness can heal me.
The time you wounded me,
From light to dark, you made me see,
My dark angelic wings strech out,
But they provide me no comfort,
All they do is remind me I'm no angel, I'm a demon from the firery pits of hell,
No white winged angel can change my black and gold specked nature.

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futurenovelist1577 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 7, 2012 at 7:04 pm
I like this poem...its ominous and reminds me of someone I once knew...Keep writing!
...darkangel... replied...
Jun. 25, 2013 at 12:53 pm
I'm sad to say that I haven't been writing as much as I used to. 
...darkangel... said...
Dec. 23, 2011 at 4:30 pm
please comment on my poem i went deep to write it
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