This is just a poem I wrote this afternoon. I see no need to comment on the content. Too bad our poem for class is not a free poem; if it was, I would probably use this. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it.
The Angel
Torn in two and scattered
across the empty room
Broken pieces, abandoned
Because nobody cares.
Scenes of a struggle,
Fighting between friends.
Only sound made by
the ticking of the clock.
A tall girl slumped
against the far wall hides
her tear-stained face
from prying people.
A picture of an angel,
white wings spread wide,
ready to fly, to soar,
lies broken on the floor.
Friendship ripped to shreds is
an angel torn in two,
lying there, broken because
nobody picks up the pieces.
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