Potential Into Talent

In a room absent of sun rays and guidance

nailed to ceiling through my  broken silver wings

Patiently I await

as I heed for arrival of my late bliss.

Fallen visualize the hope with envious precision.

In depths of their despair they can feel the Heaven.

And now the tortured soul slumbers into abyss.

But the alert death behind the horizon never fails.

A force wracks my chest wide open.

Unchained and eager to spark life into dead.

Razing metamorphosis takes over.

My spirit is lifted.

 I rise golden

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful. Amazing use of words and thoughts.
"A force wracks my chest wide open.
Unchained and eager to spark life into dead.
Razing metamorphosis takes over.
My spirit is lifted.
I rise golden"
The above lines. Powerful and worthwhile.
Coyote

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Coyote.

I appreciate your informative feedback!

Happy Gaming!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Satoshi.

[Bear]

Biblically inspirational, bravo! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Papa-Bear

I appreciate your honesty, and your time you invested to write the comment.