Deepened debt, fortitude gone,
Angelic is the voice and song.
Reap thy angel on the cheek,
We are strong, they are weak.
With golden halo of the heart,
To flew a sympathetic art.
Those to heal a broken soul,
My angel me she told.
Alas the weeping spirit sinks,
Alas me knowest thinks.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 15th, 2025 07:37
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Comments1
There is more depth to this poem than first appears and it is revealed in the last two lines. To me is is the rational versus the irrational and emotional wish. Well done
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