Fallen Angel

by Jennifer Emily Guerena - Not entered

The fallen angel returns to her cell
and lies down in her bed
she stares blankly at the wall
and begins to reminisce
about the past that is dead.

Oh God, why do I have to be a fallen angel?
what do I have left to sacrifice?
I'm staring up at an illusionary blue sky.
As I sink into wisdom that will never be tried
I cry tears of understanding in the wake of night.
A fallen angel, not once but twice
not once but twice,
not once but twice.

I'm walking down this road all alone
no place to go to, no place to call home.
I need  shoulder to cry on...
My heart is bleeding with pain
As I remember what I've done.
There is no undoing what is past
no unloading of a fired gun.

Oh God, why do I have to be a fallen angel?
What do I have left to sacrifice?
I'm staring up at an illusionary blue sky.
As I sink into wisdom that will never be tried
I cry tears of understanding in the wake of night.
A fallen angel, not once but twice
not once but twice
not once but twice.

I can't stop the words that run through my veins,
I can't stop these thought that invade my brain.
Why do I lose my sight so easily?
Why can't I do what's right and be free?

I try to explain to all those
eyes that stare at me,
Masked faces the probe to understand
What has been lost....
Redeeming faith in a Savior for a cost.
I want to quit playing
this game of hide and go seek;
to understand myself what has been lost,
what use to be...
A redeeming faith unseen.

Oh God, why do I have to be a fallen angel?
What do I have left to sacrifice?
I'm staring up at an illusionary blue sky.
As I sink into wisdom that will never be tried,
I cry tears of understanding in the wake of night.
A fallen angel, not once but twice
not once but twice
not once but twice

Come home to me
I am our sacrifice
I paid the total price
Salvation in me my fallen angel
Wander no more in a lost sea.
I am in you~
Let go and be free.

Reason for writing:

    I just want some feed back from fellow writers. 
I love writing, maybe one day I will get something 
published.  We can all hope, can't we?

    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-05-24 01:52:36
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:15
Poem ID: 49652

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