Broken Angel

by braveandrecklessblog

His broken halo

Still gleamed dull gold

His haunted eyes

Kaleidoscope of

All that he had seen

That weighed on his soul

I could taste the loss

In his tears

The weariness written on his skin

Like ancient runes

But there was hope in his kiss

That made me wonder

If I could be his salvation

At least for this one broken night


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved


6 Comments to “Broken Angel”

  1. Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

  2. Complex and beautiful and full of the untold stories of so many lives.
    A short epic, Christine, that’s really moving!

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