Falling

inspiration......

Fingers,

cold and brittle grip my throat,

dangle me over the edge.

I scream,

I claw.

But the cold fingers threaten me every second,

to let go.

Then,

instead of the monster dropping me,

I reach under my wings

and pull out a blade of ivory.

I cut myself free,

and begin to fall.

My wings of winter white are bound in dirty chains,

and I fall with no chance of escaping.

Black and white,

my life flashed before me,

in a series of tragedy.

And then,

as I feel the ground reaching up to swallow me,

the chains dissolve away.

I open my wings, and fly.

Fly away,

free to live more of my life.

Author's Note

Enjoy my inspiration

Reviews

[Draven]

I take it you have a thing for angels and winged beings? I do too, though I often would classify myself as the lonely demon. Your work fascinates me.

[Justsimplyjulia]

Thank you! Angels and demons are a topic i often find myself writing about. Thank you for your kind words!
-Dragon

[Sami Khalil]

I have enjoyed your inspiration...Splendid...:).........

[Justsimplyjulia]

Thanks! Much appreciated!
-Dragon

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).........

[Nya Joy Simmons]

Good Poem! I loved it!

[Justsimplyjulia]

Thanks Firecake!
-dragon