Fallen Angel

I saw an angel today
With broken wings
He said

'Pray for me, my friend
'Let me fly back to heaven
And leave this world of confusion'

'How so?'
I asked

'Your air is greed
Your blood is money
Your hunger is power
And your desire is lust

But you
Do not even realize
That in the eyes of God
You are only
A spect of dust'

I felt insulted
So I shouted

'Are you really an angel
Or just a disguising devil?’

With a sarcastic smile
The angel said

'Poor you
And all this while
I thought you knew'

Suddenly
From inside the mirror
Which all this time
I chose to ignore
I saw the angel
Reflecting a face
I know completely

Me...


ash komikiwa
12.45 pm
18/02/2000
Friday