If I could see my guardian Angel
what would she look like
would she be beaten? Brused?
I'm sure it would be quite the site
I imagine her wings would be torn
her clothes would be ripped
her body would be beaten
Her soul would be chipped
She's protected me for so long
but what have I given back?
I have harmed myself and others so much
I haven't given her any slack
Yet she's still there
Guarding me twenty four seven
how could I hurt someone
sent for me from heaven
But I have, and I
haven't thought twice
I am putting her through my hell
making her pay the price
Her heart in pieces
she's still a beautiful thing
Hovering around me with
two broken wings
A contest entry
- GET YOUR POEMS OUT THERE by Ken-Maverick.
450 points, ended August 17, 2008, 32 entries
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