Wilted, curled up and broken
The angel sits, his once bright wings clipped
Frayed and graying
Everything he touches
Now only ever turns to ashes
With darkness looming
His hollow eyes stare brokenly at the stars
Begging for mercy
But the stars instantly dim to his pleas
And the angel cries
What a tragic fall from grace.
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PoetryA compilation of poems from me, a boy with a fragile psyche, and an even more fragile sense of reality. These are my view, my perception of reality. Topics range from anything from depression, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, alcoholism, nightmares, and...
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