Feathers (#322)

07 Feb

A storm of yesterday
Eyes closed because it is dark
Feeling safest in the corners

Feathers rip the sky
Leftover wishes
That turned into pain

The screaming is internal

Where’s the sunlight?
When will dawn come
And the day forgive?

Eyes still closed

The feathers pound on the windows
Yesterday’s rain

Probably tomorrow’s rain

The corners aren’t safe anymore

Open eyes
Open windows

Let storm in

Feathers on skin

The screaming is internal

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Posted by on February 7, 2018 in new poetry


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