Poetry, Prose

My Angelic Muse

Posted by JW on March 31, 2019April 3, 2019

Wings upon the air,

from cloth wrapped

around my wounds,

from you I do react.

I am a victim nature

gave acute symmetry

and soft gestures to

your eyes I now see.

Take flight anguish it

floats freely now see

what I am alone now

next to what could be.

Torn as if paper cut

to bone soarly bruise

does sight and sound

from hurt I did choose.

For normal do dance

the systems function.

Spirit and veins now

work in conjunction.

Ever since I beheld it,

the energy your soul,

I have won a compass

within now I control.

I’ll fly not like a bird of

the air but as if angels.

For conquer the grave

my love above dangles.

Published by JW

Attempting to find peace with the paradoxes of the world. View all posts by JW

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