As I Draw Nigh to Rest

The Rage of Fallen Angel by deswitath

I tightly cling to this grief-stricken flesh

Unable to fathom the level to which I plummet

Bruised wings pummel against the raging wind

Shredding bits of sweet marrow

And splintering fragments of bone

As I draw nigh to rest upon the lowly plain

I seek forgiveness in the blissful azure sky

Frantically searching the billows for your remains

Sadly I am hopeless for I linger as the dust

With mere want for my beloved’s call

How many seasons must I pause in silence

Before the rock is broken and the river freely flows


©Kay Salady


Image Credit:  The Rage of Fallen Angel by deswitath


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on November 15, 2014, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Bahut acche likha hai dilka dard bayan behtarin kiya hai


  2. Melancholy and beautiful

    Liked by 1 person

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