They fell far <br /> they <br /> fell <br /> hard <br /> <br />They leave stained and dirty feathers <br />some soaked in tar <br /> <br />Their kisses form shallow <br />Their embraces colored weak <br /> <br />Their hearts are shredded <br />Their pulse timid, barely a beat <br /> <br />Love has been cruel <br />A diversion of pain at best <br /> <br />Little did they know <br />When they flew from the nest <br /> <br />Now broken and battered <br />No longer good of wing <br /> <br />They perform as requested <br />Or chance a beating again <br /> <br />All tomorrows lay in yesterday's dust <br />There is no future <br /> <br />No children, photographs. ring <br />Just the next man's thrust<br /><br />Midnights Voice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fallen-angels-of-my-past/
