Forsaken

“Why have you forsaken me, Christopher”
Last words, slipped out from her
On the ground, her wings curled and hurt
Where you’ve been dead since your birth

She could see death dancing in his eye
But he would still tell her no goodbye
Her dark angel, had no wings to fly
He had no soul to cry

He would gather her and carry her to heaven’s gates
He’s made too many choices that came with too many mistakes
Carrying her from the steps of hell isn’t a price he celebrates
And he will walk forever if forever is what it takes

© Delia Ross. 2020

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I wanted to write a short story about redemption to accompany this poem, but my keyboard is broken, it now takes 19 days to charge my tablet, and my tiny, pathetic mobile phone makes me want to start a war, helps…

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