Poem: The Tears of Fallen Angels
Tears of a fallen angel
At the foot of a gushing waterfall,
an angel stands beneath.
Water cascading down her luscious locks of hair,
she stares ahead blindly, indulged in despair.
For she had lost her worth,an angel fallen from grace.
Once pure as finest ivory, now she is blemished,
the immaculate creation of God has a flaw and it cannot be accepted.
She dreams of the days long gone, looks at her delicate hands that once served him
and grasp tightly, her robes that are now tainted with indelible sin.
Her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground.
Hands flailing wildly in the air as her tears streamed down her face.
The emptiness of the present consumes her
and her future is fraught with uncertainties..
What can she do?