My voiceless soul silently witnesses
the devilish appetite of your murderous heart,
darker than incongruous death,
clutch my wings,
defeather them,
to embellish your plumage with the feathers plucked.

Finally, you declutch my wings-
a sense of pleasure and pain
in reclaiming my free spirit.
An ephemeral joy,
which lasted until my wings got slaughtered
by your hues of raven.

Pain trickled down,
as carnelian tears of my strangulated heart,
as thirteen echoes of my beheaded soul-
watching you soar high,
spreading your wings of blood across the sky!

GREG RAKOZY ALIREZA DOLATI
Bookmark (0)

 

Affiliate Disclosure: Some of the links or advertisements in the wordket website are affiliate links or advertisements, meaning, at no additional cost to you. We will earn a commission, if you click through and make a purchase. Thank you 🙂

2 comments

Leave a Reply

You May Also Like
Read More

Unfold

Unfolding each day is a new mystery, but only some tales make it in history. Some succumb to…
Read More

Window Shopping

Socrates believed that the wise person would instinctively lead a frugal life. He himself would not even wear shoes;…
Read More

Heartbreak

He cast a magic spell,uncontrollably in love she fell.She readily gave her all,not knowing that would lead to…
Read More

Never Again

Each spoke words of high disdain And insult to his heart’s best brother: They parted—ne’er to meet again!…
Read More

The Journey

I’ve come a long way….. …..From the fulfilling coziness of my Mother’s lap, to feeling lost amid the…