Armageddon's wings

Armageddon's wings

A Poem by Pndrgn99
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Armageddon’s Wings

 

The world comes slowly into focus,

revealing my surroundings until,

I return, yesterday's self, mixing,

with night dreams and the new day.

Doubt greets me peddling fear,

worn words, mocking reviews

of past choices, and future fears,

now powerless to possess me.

 

Though still at times, my thoughts

move across these, trying each,

like a tongue worrying sore teeth,

testing each for the origin,

or absence of pain, and moving on.


Writing now in silent morning hours,
almost; alone, untouched, and undisturbed,
save by the world’s insistence I attend

as its unending hungers make demands.

 

The gnawing lack, all feel, none speak,

insistent absence unassuaged,

silenced like awkward questions,

knowing bent in hoping knowing wrong

silence’s spell contrives it so

that all amiss, unspoken and unseen,

cannot then break the chrysalis of fear,

and free anguish on Armageddon’s wings.

 

It grows heavier this unease, perhaps disease,

swallowing; untilled fields, stream songs,

the auburn browns and greys, memories of sun

on farmhouse walls in morning’s light,

 undivided forest, silent space

 where every  thought is  stilled and silenced grace,

replaced by progress, those who sell their lives,

count countless gain in days of thoughtless waste.

 

I live unbroken, Yet not untouched.

I’ve shared the pallid lives and days

passing in cul-de-sacs and unaware,

of laughter, insults, the elegant alias,

at the bottom of an empty bag.

 

 

 

 

Now I write, my morning free of fear,

creating spaces untroubled,

untouched by hunger’s pain,   

empty of emptiness.


With me spirits, and stories linger,

Lifted from the shoulders of indigenous ancients
to lie with me in shrinking  solitude, on hilltops,

with altitudes, just below notoriety,
Shaded by small groves of elder trees.


Now I accept, for the first time,
an aging with the passing days.
As if I have let go of immortality

to grieve in ending, an imperfect life.

 

Unfinished without  love’s completion

though we wept or laughed no difference,

though we never met, still undiminished.

Now all is all, and grace, to know it true,

I’ve lived in love and missed my love of you.

 

Let fate exact whatever price it will

and if the world is withered, as it might

Before my light lit spirit travels on

Let me but write my flesh and bone away.

 

I swear my anger never served me well

nor judgments ever softened any pain,

my heart was broken many, many times,

my anguish never softened by disdain.

 

So freed my spirit lives in every line

To hold the fields and trees, the weathered frame

of every farmhouse, rill and wind swept hill

Strong still, enough to show the changing sky,

In trust for any traveler passing by.

 

© 2013 Pndrgn99


Author's Note

Pndrgn99
I have my own punctuation on purpose at times.

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