Fallen Angel

This was a poem I posted a while back, and one I wrote over 10 years ago. It is still my favourite. The other day Meme kindly posted her song of my most popular poem, ‘The Blogger’s Prayer’. Today I am posting my personal favourite poem. 

 

Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel, cry you not:

Fate is fickle, Sin is not.

Devil-talk with honeyed words,

Homo-sapiens often turned

No thought to reason

Instinct over-ridden

For dream realisation –

Creation of your vision.

All for just one tiny lie

To society, yourself, and try

To say it’s not so bad,

The fuss’ll die I’m just a fad

There’ll be many more after me –

I’m not the only one who ate the apple from the tree.

From legs to serpent we downward slide

And falling ever since cannot be denied.

So God is gone from prayer and hope,

Society keeps pushing you to cope

Then you snap, start to rebel

And the devil comes sniffing ready to tell

How best to get back at those who’ve annoyed

Before you know it the devil’s new toy

And the light has faded – you’re all alone-

Old, angry, bitter, no way to atone

So in limbo you waver, caught by sin,

Reaching for Heaven with no way in.

Purgatory, a way unfurled –

That’s why I’m here; today, in this world.

 

 

For A Boy I Never Knew (A Tragedy)

English: Logo for the National Society for the...

English: Logo for the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children (NSPCC) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Until a few days ago I never knew you,

Not your name, your face, nor that you existed

Now you, so beautiful, so small,

You are etched in my heart leaving a scar

Your face on the t.v. as I turn on the news

A fragile smile – how could you raise a smile at all?

–          The broadcaster telling me your tragic tale

Starved, locked up, beaten and abused

All by the very people who should have nurtured

Protected and loved you

Always children suffer cruelty

All over the world you see pain and hurt

Politics and war and famine and disease

But somehow your story is even worse

Your own mother, your step-father, this was personal

I sigh and mutter over those poor other children

But for you no sound, silence reigns

As I try with no success to understand

How a mother could do this – a mother! No!

No woman like that earns that special title

Silence in me but my heart singing loud

Praying, weeping, wanting to take you in my arms

Wanting to protect you to love you to say you’re safe now

But I never knew you existed

Until I heard you were dead.

All I can do is pray for your soul

And wish you the peace in death

You never had a chance at in Life.

 

Rest in Peace Daniel P. I am sorry xxx

 

For those not from Britain, and those who have not heard the news – Daniel P was a 4 year old boy who suffered terrible abuse at the hands of his mother and step-father. No teachers, doctors or social services stepped in to save him. He died from blows – yes blowS to the head. He weighed the same as an 18 month old.

I can’t save him. My anger, sadness and shame feel like a physical thing.

This – this writing and sharing his tragedy and awareness, is all that I can do.

The poem isn’t perfect – because it comes from the heart. I have not, I will not, sit and ‘craft it’, that seems wrong somehow. I am writing in total honesty, for Daniel P. 

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