“Fallen Angel of Death” by Jöseph Lee Foster-Shumpert-Lear, 1992
Published 10 July 2005 :: Poetry
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Alone . . .
A word which meant nothing to me in my youth
For I would have given everything then
To have nothing
Alone
What in my sanity
Would I give to never feel like this once more
But once one gazes upon my eyes
And mine soul
They see not a man
Nor an angel
But a devil who’s falling
Upon you, I hath opened mine eye
And mine heart
But alone
I still remain
Upon the open mouths of your hearths I stand
Watching from the shadow lands
As your lives u live
Waiting for the time
When he
When he will allow my hand upon you
To touch
A grimace upon my face, I find
For when I look upon you
I see all that I had
And pushed away
Wandouring now
I say fare-the-well
RIP
