When the world's sun is shrouded by the clouds;
and the silver lining I have yet to see-
When distant heartaches return to the surface,
by the comedic tragedy that is irony;
My soul, again, lay bare to the world;
Yet held safely within obsidian wings.
As delicately as a lovers' kiss,
In this embrace, I sing.
"What is the tragic tale
life serenades in my ear?
What is the somber song,
That preys upon my wicked fear?"
Held steadfast in the arms of an angel,
With a gaze tragic and forlorn-
He keeps me from my shattered soul;
And let me be reborn.
Heed, my brilliant angel,
who sees my soul laid bare;
When the world's bright sun is shrouded out,
my pain remains unshared.
In my ear, he reminds me so,
That pain is not alone-
Yet I continue to reprise,
The sound all on my own;
"What is the tragic tale
life serenades in my ear?
What is the somber song,
That preys upon my wicked fear?"
Beg and weep for hearts have broken,
Waves deafen my cries.
Silently I weep alone;
'neath an angel with violet eyes.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
