Unrest

Unrest

 

 

 

Imagine fallen angels, as they fell

plunging, diametrically to hell

wearied wings, consuming sneers

down through theologic spheres

til, knowing they ought not

they come to land on an immoral spot.

 

Revolting beauty, pensive sin

languish in the hellish din.

Set upon by alibis

trying on the odd disguise

filling up the rayless realm, with sighs. 

 

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Nicely written poem. Enjoyed reading

[Montag]

Thank you, Arundass TP.