Angel, by J. K. Maxwell Subscribe to rss feed for J. K. Maxwell

One last chance of forgiveness
Before I was thrown
Sadly, I blew it
And ended up below
Below with the mortals
The impurity, the death
The hatred, the sadness
Alone in this earth I was
No one else there like me
I didn’t understand them
All their emotions
Love, hate, fear, sadness
Their lies to themselves
And others around them
Amazed me
Yet there were a few
That reminded me 
Of where I came from
They loved no matter what
Their sadness they hid
Only crying their pure tears
Away from the rest of humanity
They lived to care for others
Sometimes I wondered
If I wasn’t as alone as I thought
These people were better than I
Sometimes I wondered
If, once, there were wings
On that body
If, once, they too were there
And were spit into
This hell
Just to help the inhabitants
Sometimes I wondered
If these mortals 
Deserved the title
Angel
More than I.
Posted: 2005-06-08 19:16:44 UTC

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