Poetry

The Fallen Angel

written by: fallenangel1

A night sky, with billions of stars. So majestic. So beautiful. It makes me wonder who else is watching this night sky. I begin to spread my wings and fly. I fly through the sky searching for my star. The star that was meant for me. Mine. I drift through the cold, brisk air. My wings feel bigger than ever. But I can't find it. I search everywhere. I even fly higher, but it's not there. I would like to think that it's hidden, but i know it's not true. My star isn't real. I don't have a star. I don't have the one for me and me only. My wings begin to shrink. They are puny. I don't know what to do. I begin falling. I fall through the night clouds. I fall through everything, of course. I'm the Fallen Angel.