Fallen (poem)

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A little poem I had in my mind. One of the few I've written in English.


I am a fallen angel

My tears are so long dry

My wings are burnt with fire

Forever I shan't fly.

I cannot stand up straight

In broken glass I kneel

The burden of my life

So hopeless makes me feel.

Abysmal is my fate

There is no coming bliss

And thus I will abate

My life I shall not miss.