"Don't fear the pain, use it, keep it there beside you... for sometimes it is flying with what hurts that gives us the colors to paint with." (Atticus)
Douse the words
in liquid flames,
strike the match
setting them ablaze,
til the paper flutters
like wings in a storm,
the ink bleeding
raindrop tears
and lead ashes scatter;
feathers drifting
to the ground.
Burn it all,
every last lingering note
of an empty serenade,
the fire eating holes
in fragile paper
like the love they threw away
and the darkness in your heart
that stayed.
Burn it all,
the promises they made,
those meaningless words,
illegible scribbles
already faded away.
Just another dead language
natus ut moriatur
that once held meaning
in a fleeting moment.
Burn it all,
the trust and faith
they betrayed.
Bleed the painful past
in streams of midnight ink
staining the moonlit page,
then like the sun
devours the night,
burn it all away.
The broken wings
on your back,
tethered chains and
ribcage prison,
polluted air
inside bleeding veins,
set it all free
in windswept ashes,
burn it all
in gilded flames.
Etch your demons
in words on a page,
a screeching owl in the night.
then, darling,
burn it all
until you can fly again,
burn them all away.
A/N: I write to unleash the emotions
that are stuck in my throat
burning my tongue and
weighing me down...
You?
YOU ARE READING
On Icarus Wings
Poetrybut what became of the boy whose dreams were carried on broken angel wings?
