Another Plucked Feather
Just as the land settles,
A forsaken mistake is rumored in the wind.
Will I suffer for my sins,
or can I take another breath to hold it in.
A scream out for help,
only heard by the deaf sign.
For a calm will settle the matters,
Open arms held out wide,
relieving the thoughts cast aside.
Laugher utters beneath my blood-shot eyes.
Winds blowing shards before the tides.
All left lost,
is now all left found.
A stubborn feather plucked,
by the lost.
Now bleeding from internal cause.
My heart dwells for my calm,
a hunger waiting so long.
But as the wounds heals,
Im able to see the world behind the wind,
Left for another plucked feather.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Monica (18.104.22.168x) -- Sunday, November 25 2007, 01:39 am|
You are a true writer and will succeed in life as a poet. Please read one of my poems and post your opinion. Keep on writing!
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