Your Feathered Heart

When I look at the sky, 

Where all the feathered angle wings flew, 

I can see why you felt the way you did, 

The moment the sun shattered your memories. 

There is pain with the sadness in your eyes, 

And I can see through them 

Into the sorrows of your imagination, 

Where the beating heart was ripped so 

Beautifully from your grasp, 

And all those wonderful truths you 

Use to know came tumbling down 

In ribbons around your wrists 

Where you cut yourself.

Why can't you see, why can't you feel, 

Why can't you take into consideration

The Majesty of your incompetence?  

You're a useless wanderer

Who stands under the bloody rainfall

As if you were the one who caused all 

The Ruin and Devastation. 

You are a selfish beast feeding 

On the nubby hands of children 

Who scream into the night, 

But your writings of a better place 

Speak otherwise. 

I am the Monster who cause 

You to run into the jagged limbs 

Of the willows, 

And to wrung your neck with

The heavy burdens I laid on your back. 

I cause you to exit into Nirvana, and slip

Away from the demons

Licking at your 

Bruised and beaten spine. 

I can only hope I will leave this place 

And hold your hand in

The stars, so that I may 

Speak my apologies 

to make up for my 

Monstrosities. 

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

beautiful, sad, a poetic apology........love this

[Zachary_James]

this has soo much emotion. Loved this one Gregory