Fallen Angel
You stare me down
upon your pedestal of rage.
Pent up words of frustration
bittersweet praise
mental destruction.
You silence my words,
and replace them with your own.
To fill and unquenched desire to obtain
a life left unprovided.
On my knees I'm destined to stay
where I can't take what remains
and simply fly away.
An angel chained to the ground with a bastard staring down.
upon your pedestal of rage.
Pent up words of frustration
bittersweet praise
mental destruction.
You silence my words,
and replace them with your own.
To fill and unquenched desire to obtain
a life left unprovided.
On my knees I'm destined to stay
where I can't take what remains
and simply fly away.
An angel chained to the ground with a bastard staring down.
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I don't know what else to say about this other than it is just a bit of my feelings of resentment towards my father. I'm not all that great at poetry, but I don't try to be. It's just something my Creative Writing class taught me that I could do to express myself. I couldn't understand that until I went through that class.