An Angel with Broken Wings

The cat is in the kitchen
licking up spilled cream.
Old dog sleeping in the corner
is having a bad dream.

The house is full of anger
both upstairs and down.
A sweet young girl is weeping,
she wants to go to town.

She does not know how to deal
with the pain that fills her soul.
She believes that no one loves her.
That she can never be quite whole.

No one that is this young
should be filled with such despair.
Every time she wants a hug
no one is ever there.

Her mind is overflowing,
filled with dark and bitter things.
So she lies with her broken heart,
and her broken angel wings.

The cat is in the kitchen
licking up spilled cream.
Old dog still lies sleeping,
still having his bad dream.

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