In darkness, I walk lonely in distress.
No light, no guide, but still won’t confess.
No one’s there for me, I’m walking in pain.
The road is red, my blood’s the rain
Horrendous voices hunt me each night,
Whispering something, like an insight.
Of what they saw, and what they felt,
Surrounding my neck with a soulless belt.
Figuring out and wondering how,
My sins came out long before now.
Exploded bombs of what I did.
They opened the chest from where I hid.
Should have just showed and told them what’s real,
Or shouldn’t have let them remove the seal.
Now they saw what’s in my back,
Angel wings that they all lack.
They want my wings and also my halo,
Turned off the lights, shot me with a bow.
Blood, I can feel, but cannot see,
Oh, God sorry I made a fool out of me
Tried to fix these broken wings
Sobs on every pull of strings
Constantly rubbing my scarred elbow
Trying to find, in gloom, my halo
Sorry for I defied You, oh Lord
Sorry for an angel used a sword
Not my intention to scar Thou face
I apologize to lack thy grace
Regretting my rebellion is quite uneasy
For an angel like me, wants to be free
But still I pray to the Lord, I endowed
My life now as a human, I rimpianto.
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Rimpianto
PoetryItalian word for "Regret". This is not a story. This is a poem made from my imagination. :) Hope you'll love it! ^___^