Fallen Angel

• Ruby Prodan, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2011

Banished from my one true home like a feather swept through the breeze
Will there be anyone to open their arms and catch me, anyone please?
Carelessly thrown away as if I am only a useless possession
Is there anything I have done wrong? Mercy, will I be forgiven?
My voice is now just a silent whisper tired of awaiting an unknown answer
Forgotten as the still wind, only I have to suffer this darkness deep within.
The wild emotions engulph me in a sea of angry waves
Constantly reminding me of all my sins I have to pay.
I struggle in this deep abyss that no one will take the plunge amidst.
Even the softest greenest grass can turn into the sharpest foulest blades
My inevitable death feels closer, with each passing day.
My fate creeps upon me slowly like a forbidding chilling mist
My life is now an empty canvas, the colour torn and stripped.
Who am I now? Nothing anymore, just a prisoner to the night, a drifter through the haze
The once radiant garden withers and the flowers fade and die destroying the sunlit blaze.
It’s all my fault the sun won’t shine, for I am a fallen angel, exiled forever from the light.

The End

Note: In Word This Poem Is 16 lines.