Fallen Angel

• Annie Kenwery
• Poetry
• 2014

I’ve fallen from my cloud.
My wings are broken.
I need your help.
To get me through this hard time.
I am a fallen angel.
So sad.
So dull.
I have lost my colour.
My love.
And my powers.
I feel scared and alone.
I don’t like being on earth.
This cruel, harsh environment.
I want to be free.
In paradise.
Not prison.
I am a fallen angel.
I fell from above.
And I need your help.
I want to fly.
I miss my friends.
Please mend my wings.
My colour.
My love.
My powers.
I am a fallen angel.
An angel from God.
An angel from Jesus.
PLEASE HELP.
I am desparate.
Please.
Help me.
Now.
Because.
I am a fallen angel.
Shhh.
Can you here that?
That’s me.
That’s me.
That’s my love that has healed.
That’s my colour that has come back.
That’s my powers that I have regained.
And listen even more.
Can you hear that ring?
Look at the floor.
My feet have gently risen off the cold, hardened, ground.
I’m not a lifeless squid any more.
You have helped me.
And how honoured am I.
Thankyou.
Now I can fly.
Be with my kind.
Good-bye kind person.
Because now I will go back to my cloud.
Because now I am a risen angel.