Feathers Of Agony Poem by Roshaun Beasley

I walk onto a cliff into the sunset.

As the red moon rises from the deadly sea, I grew out black wings.

I fly through the ruthless night, looking down on my village.

I pulled my feathers out and it rained.

It rained black feathers.

The feathers were sharp as they went through the innocent men, women, and children.

They screamed in agony and pain.

I look them all in the eyes as their souls drifted to the red moon.

Now I can live a life without nobody.


(This is a chaotic dream that I had last night) ha ha ha ha ha ha