Thoughts of Descent

A Poem by kelly

Flying high one seldom thinks of plummeting

headfirst to the ground.

Yet when the sweet kiss of sun

melts wings fashioned from wax and feathers

The inevitability of fate overtakes even the strongest of hearts.

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register

125 Views
Added on December 7, 2010
Last Updated on December 7, 2010

I am 26, a transplanted New Yorker living in Reykjavik-where I got infected by the creative bug that is an epidemic of this fair city. more..

Chained Prometheus

January