Sad Seraph

 And recently you’ve been pierced
with all your angelic fears.

Your blatant worry,
your reckless hurry,
your kite of a mind,
your light wink of the eye.

Those turbulent winds
echo as the devil’s grins.

No one is after you;
No one is looking;
No one is smiling,
that’s your woe’s footing.

You carry in bliss
the memory of sin.
You carry in woe,
the glee you can’t show.

The joy you can’t grow
as it withers, ephemeral.
The angel you are, your
gaiety knows no temple;
it can’t be temporal.


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