As God Shut His Eyes

Her life falls apart crumb by crumb,
Trapped in a shell and inside she’s numb,
Memories of pain as clear as a bell,
Twice she has tried and twice she has failed,
But the third time, the third time her ticket to hell,
31 times the sun will rise,
32 times god shut his eyes,
Soon she’ll fall, fall from the sky,
She’ll jump from a cloud that’s of so high,
Like a broken winged angel with a smile on her face,
All her pain once hidden now erased,
January has gone and death took its place.

poem by Ivana Mabry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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