The Angel,
And the Rat,
For what does holiness want with filth,
And what does the Angel want with a Rat?
It is nothing but the ordinary insignificant creature,
Which has the only job of picking up the scraps of the angel.
What does the Angel's beauty want,
What does she want with a repulsive creature,
She wants it gone,
She wants it to stick to its job,
She wants it to keep cleaning the scraps.
And when the Rat wants to rise,
All it can do is fall like the greatest empires.
All the Rat wanted was to be worthy,
All the Rat wanted was to be more than the filth it was,
All the Rat wanted was recognition.
But instead, the Rat stays in its place,
Not because he doesn’t want to move up,
But because he likes to be in the company of the angel.
Because she is the only light,
Shining in the dark.
She is the only light,
That keeps the filth from its end,
She is the only light,
In the world of them,
That shines on him.
So what does Filth want,
If it can’t have her.
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Author:
Stormer551 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 26th, 2019 22:34
- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this for a very special person a while ago, tell me what you think
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I think real angels cherish rats and worms and nurture the lotus flower that lurks in muddy ponds waiting to rise.
Iām sorry I know you wrote this for someone special but it sounded more like pact with the devil.
Be worthy š
You are entirely right, I just didn't realize this at the time. It still got the message across though. Sometimes when you are at the bottom you don't want to go back to the top. You have to look at it from the view of a broken man who is just trying to live.
Oh I'm certainly no where near the top. Unless it's a cliff edge.
I think we are all broken. Just some of us are more ready to see š
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