I love the imagery and the cadence of this work! What a great opening to a poem, “damaged people have seen hell, they don’t need Bibles to tell them when the angels fell.”
Damaged people have seen hell
They don’t need Bibles,
To realise why the angels fell.
The little they’ve received
Is the most they’ve known,
Walking in the ashes
Of what life has thrown.
They’ve met the humans
With very little humanity,
Seen the cracks in this world
And drowned in the reality.
The scars are indented
Right down to the bone,
Earning the strength
To walk alone.
K
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