Armageddon's wingsA Poem by Pndrgn99Poem!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. 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.
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 with
altitudes, just below notoriety,
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 Pndrgn99Author's Note
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