She's an angel fallen down
Broken halo for a crown
Damaged wings fail to rise
Sadness clouding in her eyes
Her anxiety is sealed away
Depression leaving her astray
Her path leading to the dark
Damaged skin leaves a mark
Backing away from her death
Not wanting to take her last breath
Quicker than lightning, she starts to bolt
No hesitation, not a holt
Starting over, she changes her route
No more guilt, no more doubt
This time walking to the light
As she battles against her fight
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
