While the angels sleep, the devils dawn white
I know it, because I have seen it
Their garments might glow so bright,
But even their golden halo that shines like the summer sun cannot conceal the darkness of their evil horns
It is a curse, that little birds like I dread just as much as the concept of immortality
For both are worse than death
The horned halos know no empathy
They will claw at your tiny heart and stump on it till it is nothing but mush
They will strip you of your dignity and sentence you to a life of resentment and self loathing
How do I escape their gaze this season, mother nature?
For my wings are too small to catch quick breeze
Save me mother
For I do not want to be remembered as just a sound in the wind
More parts are on the way, let me know what you think about this series so far... 😚💖🪽🪽
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love bird
PoetryA free verse poetry series full of symbolism that follows the point of view of a certain young white feathered bird as she navigates complex emotions like love, lumerence, hate, ecstasy and acceptance
