Imperfect Angel

In the corner sits a fallen angel with her large, torn wings curled,
She sits there, crying tears of pain, hidden from this hurtful world,
She tries to get back up again, with her broken wings, so grey,
She wants to go take flight again, but she can’t get away,
It’s as if she has been cuffed, and forced to dwell down here,
Instead of living up above us, beyond the skies, so clear,
But down here she serves no purpose, her home’s up atop the clouds,
She can no longer watch and protect the many passing crowds,
All she can do, is wonder why it had to be her, what did she ever do?
Why did they kick her out of heaven, and force her to live down here too?
She was once a beautiful angel, taught to love and cherish life,
Never would she had considered, taking it with a knife,
But she feels she has no reason, to still remain alive,
She’s served her purpose, and now she doesn’t know how to survive,
No longer can she help people, and inspire them to live,
She is helpless and hopeless and has nothing left to give,
So as she clenches the knife tightly, and hides behind her wings,
She closes her eyes, wonders why and says good bye to all living things.