my head is travel weary
tired from this long journey
lost
trying to find the
shoulder
to rest upon
my heart is travel weary
barely beating with no
loveto quench it's thirst
parcheddying
aching deep in my bones
abandoned
wreckage
from the first wars
salvage
my spirit is flying away
stretching cobweb wings
crackling
gauzy and fragile
in another life
gone
1 comment:
Wow the vision of your spirit as a bird with cobweb wings was excellent. I could hear the crackling. Wonderful and strong poem. Thank you for sharing it.
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