Emile Pinet

Angels Can’t Fly

I was born in a small town, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada,. The third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys. I’m the product of a semi-dysfunctional family, brought up by a controlling, physically abusive father, verses a loving mother. Many of my poems reflect the uniqueness and…

Angels can't fly
and only cry,
when mortal love
is felt above.

It hurts inside
to be denied,
igniting pain
sad hearts contain.

As feelings grow
tears start to show,
for passion's flame
elicits shame.

Garnered from fear
they shed a tear,
that spills from eyes
wetting skies.

A human soul
cannot feel whole,
when missing part
of its own heart.

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