tagNon-Erotic PoetryFallen Angel

Fallen Angel


No storm today,
just a long, dusty,
disappearing country road.

He sighed again.
Sometimes he dared
to wonder, for a spell,

which fate was worse –
the deadly tempest
or this road to nowhere.

He closed his wings.
A decoration, merely,
for jibes and jests to tear.

He felt the end,
the distant nothing
of the endless step.

No storm today.
A narrow, dusty way...
his nightmare never-ending.

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