The Angel With Broken Wings Poem by Hermione Femalton

Who could spare a glance,
For the angel with broken wings?
Who could stop to hear,
The crying song she sings?

Wait with me until I find,
the gate to Heaven's door.
Wait with me, my darling,
Until I breath no more.

Forgive us of our tresspasses,
help us to forgive those;
All our broken promises,
Think of them, God knows.

and through the burning rain,
can you hear her crying?
Her pleading eyes are tortured
As she kneels there, never dying.

She's screaming in the darkness,
Repenting now, too late,
Appalled by her agonising
Terrifying fate.

Avert your eyes, avert your mind,
Face another day.
Forget the falled angel,
That Heaven turned away.

Wait for me, for I have lost,
the way to Heaven's door,
hold my hand and stroke my hair
For I can take no more.

If I ask the question,
You'll think me as a fool,
But watch the angel wailing,
Think, can Heaven be so cruel?

March 2009