Fallen angel’s Plight

I need to run I need to hide,

My wings  are clipped  my feet are tied.

I need to scream, but I can not cry.

Afraid  to stay , too tired  to fly

Alone  under a moon lit sky.

 

Can I run, can I hide,

Can I beat this pain inside

Will it  end, will I be  no more

Will I find  the key to the locked door.

 

Broken angel  that is  me

No longer blessed no longer free.

Shackled so harshly tied down

Lost  to all now bound to the ground.

 

 

26 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Gale Molinari
    Dec 15, 2014 @ 23:45:01

    Reblogged this on galesmind and commented:
    Beautiful poetry and symbolism.

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  2. georgiakevin
    Dec 15, 2014 @ 23:45:35

    Your poem is gripping. This reader felt strong emotions of empathy and pain for the subject of the poem

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  3. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Dec 15, 2014 @ 23:50:03

    Tethered, but without visible bonds nor bars. More of the same, I see. So Sorry.

    Reply

  4. IdealisticRebel
    Dec 16, 2014 @ 00:20:14

    Reply

  5. davebarclay1954
    Dec 16, 2014 @ 01:11:52

    Wow, this again is poignant, deep without being deep (I hope you know what I mean). Love your poetry and am catching up with all the posts I missed while working away from home so you might see some other comments coming your way over the next few weeks.

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    • willowdot21
      Dec 16, 2014 @ 06:25:05

      Well welcome back Dave , I am glad you like my work. Deep but not deep, I like that. 😉

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      • davebarclay1954
        Dec 17, 2014 @ 00:20:45

        The beautiful thing with words isn’t so much skill you use but the way you put them together. I’m not sure if you want to get across the feeling of being alone vulnerable and not quite sure whether to carry on or give up. I’m almost sure that you share my view of the state of the world today, it’s almost, but not quite, gone to Hell in a hand basket.
        You always bring a wry smile to my face when I read you and then I go back and read it again and again until I see the point you are trying to convey. In my humble opinion anyway. I have always been honest with my feelings, I will only say I like something if I do. Likewise I only tell someone I love them if it’s true. My daughter and son are the only ones who get unconditional love from me.
        My wife thinks I’m crazy since my daughter has made it abundantly clear that she wants nothing to do with me anymore and we haven’t spoken since the last Millennium. I don’t think that matters as she is always going to be my daughter and have my love regardless.

      • willowdot21
        Dec 17, 2014 @ 14:37:49

        Poetry is so much in the eye of the reader, and you Dave always read it well. My mother always used the phrase “Gone to hell in a handcart!” I do believe the world and all those in it have gone that way! I do feel in torment right now family affairs driving me to desperation. Rather like the world in general!I don’t think you are crazy though I do empathize with your wife’s opinion! I do think you are admirable not to give up on your daughter. I hope my hubby and our youngest can manage to build bridges!!Thank you for your words of encouragement. xxx

  6. littleannab
    Dec 16, 2014 @ 01:23:03

    Reblogged this on Little Anna B (Anna Bianca) .

    Reply

  7. markbialczak
    Dec 16, 2014 @ 02:57:07

    Grounded but not defeated, I hope, Willow.

    Reply

  8. socialbridge
    Dec 16, 2014 @ 07:52:53

    Those with wings may be cut down but it is often then that they find their melodious singing 🎶 voices. I

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  9. tesscol
    Dec 16, 2014 @ 11:58:49

    Poignant

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  10. Celebrating Vef
    Dec 16, 2014 @ 19:47:29

    Oh this is beautiful and so I have to stay here reading once more.

    Reply

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