Cut Wing

Torture and pain are always among us..

Stinging faces

of many an unused prayer

a figure that stands

just, in darkness

 

Blind to the light

at the mouth of the cave

 

Deaf to the slow drip, drip

of terrified emotions

 

Silent heartbeats

excruciating screams!

 

Deaths falls to the clouds

and is lost

 

forever

Author's Note

All of my poetry comes from the heart.

Reviews

[eglantine]

"falls to the clouds" very peculiar... falling upwards into clouds which is associated with some form of heaven...

[Shay]

you can def tell this comes from the heart and it was very interesting to read