They fell far
they
fell
hard
They leave stained and dirty feathers
some soaked in tar
Their kisses form shallow
Their embraces colored weak
Their hearts are shredded
Their pulse timid, barely a beat
Love has been cruel
A diversion of pain at best
Little did they know
When they flew from the nest
Now broken and battered
No longer good of wing
They perform as requested
Or chance a beating again
All tomorrows lay in yesterday's dust
There is no future
No children, photographs. ring
Just the next man's thrust
Midnights Voice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fallen-angels-of-my-past/
