Random Unsorted Drafts / 1 March 2019

A Fallen Angel

You tied me down; ropes abound,

A fallen angel,

Bouncing balls; to please a crowd,

A fallen angel,

I shaved my lip,

You reveled your hips,

We shared the cream; and bathtub,

Frosty flakes; eyes awake,

Your river flowing; over,

A fallen angel; sinless dreams,

A fallen angel; out of batteries,

A fallen angel; I cannot please,

On the morrow; I hear in fading,

Lacquered boots; walking unsteadily,

Away

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.