Graveyard Angel

Graveyard angel

Tears of darkness trickle down her once glowing now grey face.

She always knew this world was never her place.

Once lustrous wings of hopes and dreams hang tattered and heavy with pain and regret.

The world pulses around her and yet no one sees… she no longer breathes.

So many pages written in an ink that once flowed.

Such pretty poems filled with words she just couldn’t say in the darkness of the day.

Scattered around on the ground, yellow and crumpled now only fertilizer for the grave.

And she thought we could have been saved…

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A fly away day dreamer happily grounded by a child on each foot and a wonderful husband who always has my back. So I write my daydreams for now until our children develop wings of their own.

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