POETRY ON MEDIUM
Damned Angel
For the one lurking in the shadows
This is a poem from my “Damned Angel” anthology (not published… yet). I’m still in the process of looking for its audience.
When you put your soiled hands on my soul, what did you expect?
For whom did you offer your sacrifices to the gods?
For what did you pray?
To be cleansed?
Redemption?
I am no angel.
I was, once.
How do you unreconcile aromas from memories and past sins?
You’ve only watered my demons,
You’ve given room for my fears and insecurities to bloom.
Why did you open the doors to the damnation of both our souls?
Perhaps in the squeaky cog of fate,
where chances, choices, and intentions collide;
Maybe for some of us, we’re just meant to float
With no one to hear and listen to our eyes groan and our souls whimper.
Tell me the secrets to unfurl your arms from my tainted soul,
Damned angels only love in spikes and splinters.
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