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Portrait of Myself
by Shonda Creemernow Im but a fallen angel
shattered wings stapled
upon my burdened back
floating down from high above
a tattered, woven relic
of bitter, broken love
dancing around for all to see
this skeleton of memories
thats left now belongs to me
Ive lost all desire to live
no soul to bear,
no warmth to give
betrayed by one
who ruled my heart
mocked by the same who
portrayed this selfish part
oh how I long to hear his words
and receive his arms so pure
for deep within his
dark and lonely eyes
he holds my only cure
but now he is gone
yet still I cry
begging for the place
I deserve inside his
starry desolate sky
never will I be granted
this one wish so divine
and so it is ~
Im a fallen angel
trapped tightly
inside the praying
Hands of Father Time 05/08/1995 Posted on 02/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 Shonda Creemer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 02/08/05 at 03:01 PM This is so sad.. but so beautiful at the same time. This was written exceptionally well, Shonda.. the emotions and feeling are evident. Great work. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/08/05 at 09:18 PM ...i'm mixed :-0 :-), gal!!! you have some beautiful, lilting phrases and nuances going on here and yet it's so good that it causes me some existential pain...lovely work, shon ...you'll get what you deserve, jesus loves you...chaz |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 02/13/05 at 12:55 AM yes dearie...sad but with beautiful images... |
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