Angel Once

I was once an Angel,

Gentle and kind

Honest and safe,

Made in a mind

Existing in a heart-

Until angel-me was lost.

Now she lies alone

In the still woods

Visible to only two,

Bleeding slowly

From everywhere and nowhere,

Her body limp

On a dirt ground,

Her face still lovely

Except for the hurting

That shines from her eyes,

Staining red-brown leaves

With tears of silent strife-

Still too much love to hate.

The only human

Who would not cry out

At the sight of this mangled beauty,

Who could reverse this purity turned tragedy,

Is the one that made her,

Lost her,

Then stopped looking.


(I apologize for not knowing the exact date of this poem. I am getting a draft off the computer that I worked on in February of 2010, but the original draft is in Ohio. I believe this started in 2009.)