Fallen angel

• Mike Distefano, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2004

I met a boy in my room
My sanity he did adore
Laughing hysterically at the moon
This little boy at my door

I met a man in my room
Who wept beneath the floor
Vanishing into a fume
The fragile man at my door

Perhaps he is wearing a disguise…yes! A disguise!
He offered to the extent of something more
Staring at me…with those dark red eyes
Oh, this sad man at my door

And forever he repeated, “Sorrow”
And all of my veins tore
Now, for certain, there is no tomorrow
This fallen angel that locked my door