An Angel with Scabbed Wings

November 19, 2008
Perfection in life.
Not plausible.
Not this lifetime.
Poor Anna Angel.

She soared above.
Crashed to the ground.
Can she love that
Which destroyed her?

Friends lied.
Though the need was there.
Still scarred Anna.
Will it never

She was loved.
Her trust slaughtered.
Anna is beyond

Life was kinder.
She was mutilated.
She will never know

In the end
We knew Anna
Would be crowned
An angel.

Though her deceased soul
Still haunts those
Who wronged her in
Poor Anna.
Dead in such a horrible

None remember.
None even care.
She truly did become
What we knew she was
All along

An Angel with Scabbed Wings.

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MimiMarie14 said...
Dec. 1, 2011 at 7:58 pm
This is a beautiful poem.. and it can mean so much without saying it all. Ya know what I mean?(:
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