when he was stolen from us,
the angels fell from heaven
their pure wings were ripped from their shoulders
the halos torn from atop their heads
thrown to the ash
shooting stars plunged
doomed for earth
one by one
then all together
she wept through the day
long into the night
suffocated by the thought
of remaining without him
with anger and sorrow
she blamed the angels
who were supposed to
defend him
life without him
would be a cold fire in the bitter winter
present
but with no warmth
we bid our farewell to the closed casket,
the barrier between us
as it lowered
into the dust
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 12:12 AM UTC
when he was stolen from us,
the angels fell from heaven
their pure wings were ripped from their shoulders
the halos torn from atop their heads
thrown to the ash
shooting stars plunged
doomed for earth
one by one
then all together
she wept through the day
long into the night
suffocated by the thought
of remaining without him
with anger and sorrow
she blamed the angels
who were supposed to
defend him
life without him
would be a cold fire in the bitter winter
present
but with no warmth
we bid our farewell to the closed casket,
the barrier between us
as it lowered
into the dust
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