The Loss

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
If I told you what inspired me to write this, you'd know for sure what it was about ;)

Submitted: May 16, 2008

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The angel weeps silently.

Voyeur-like I watch the pretty girl on the stage,
Her soul broken and emptied;
Honey blonde curls are hiding her face.

The angel attempts to smile.

Her audience applauds, loving the performance.
But she just hasn’t the heart
To continue the act.

The angel lays down her head.

I alone in the crowd shed a tear
For the innocence that once was,
And never again shall be.

The angel closes her eyes.

Star-struck fools mourn the end of the show
And exeunt; I alone am left
To softly approach the darkened set.

The angel sleeps peacefully.

The curtain has fallen, never again to rise.
Strike the stage, the show can’t go on;
Though her heart beats, she shall never awaken.

My cold hand brushes her rosy cheek.
I cover the angel with a clean white sheet
And depart.

No looking back now.


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