Our Little Angel
We tore off the wings, where we said:-Fly little angel.
Bleeding on the ground she spoke.
- I can not fly ...
But she stood up and said.
- I can walk!
We dressed her in chains, then said:
-Go little angel, you're free.
She pulled the chain, but remained chained
She turned toward heaven and said.
"I can not go, but I can think of.
We drugged her, then said:
-Think of heaven little angel.
She turned her gaze to the ground and said firmly.
-My thoughts may never be confused
-I'll just breathe.
We put a pillow over her face and then said:
-Breathe little angel.
Through the fabric and cotton
heard a faint voice.
"I can not breathe, you're killing me!
We removed the pillow from her face
And there she was silent and pale
far from heavens grace ...
Outside daylight fell and darkness took over
and overshadowed the whole earth.
What have we done? How can we mend
this tormented angel's body?
So broken that no one can ...
We have brought down our end!
All knelt down and said.
-Little Angel, if you could only live again.
Poetry by mPolansky
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Written on 2009-11-23 at 18:42
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