Sad, too Sad

In the mind, there is an image of an imperfect angel
A figure whom once gathered awe and admiration
For once wise to advise and inspiring
Yet as time goes, when the world falls upon the shoulder
Like a falling angel, steadfast on the earthly soil
Contaminated with the earthly virtues
An imperfect angel indeed, deformed and grotesque
Sad, too sad.

In the heart, kept all the goodness of an angel
Remembered all the kindness that once rendered
The warmth that has radiant so freely and willingly
The gestures of love, that is as genuine as it will be
Alas, a fallen angel indeed, rooted and nurtured with the earthly nature
Imperfection is just another comparison to earthlings
Sad, too sad.

Though in the path of righteous, the angel still walked
Sinking into the sincerity, that perhaps only seem sincere
But the reflection of truth may only be too far away
The contradiction cannot be denied
Nor by one, but by many who have beared witness
An imperfect angel, now a fallen angel
Sad, too sad.

~ A smile is forced upon the face
Reclining smile that hopes remain but not for too long
The reasons for the fallen angel, not truly known
But should action speaks louder than word, then it couldn't go too wrong
Sad, too sad still.