My fallen angel
Was a free spirit
Now she sits
Crying and broken
Upon a dusty floor
My fallen angel
Weeps before the broken mirror
Shattered, scattered
It's fallen to pieces
Upon a dusty floor
My fallen angel
Clutches her hair
A mess and dirty
And strands have fallen
Upon a dusty floor
My fallen angel
Clutches her shoulders
Her hands are shaking
Her feelings numb
They are broken on a dusty floor
My fallen angel
Had a white dress
Now it is stained
And bits of it
Are lying tattered on a dusty floor
My fallen angel
Had blue eyes
Now they are red
From the tears
That have fallen on a dusty floor
My Fallen Angel
by Melissa Beall
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Author’s Bio
Russell Jaffe holds an MFA in poetry from Columbia College Chicago and teaches English at New York City College of Technology and Borough of Manhattan Community College. His poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from Shampoo*, MiPOesias, Spooky Boyfriend, and others. He is also the founder and editor of O Sweet Flowery Roses poetry journal/blog.
My fallen angel
Once danced in the sunlight
Now the only light
Comes from a burning candle
Whose wax dries on a dusty floor
My fallen angel
Once loved the taste of honey
Now she only tastes the grief
And stale air
Hovering above the dusty floor
My fallen angel
Once gave kisses freely
Now her lips are unused
And when she is sleeping
They kiss the dusty floor
My fallen angel
Once sang in the moonlight
Now her voice is silent
All her notes fall, broken
On a dusty floor
My fallen angel
Once flew in the blue sky
Now her wings are torn
And feathers are fallen
On a dusty floor