Katherine Lyczek Poems
He is so intensely angry
At everything that moves
his eyes, dull
nothing can make him smile
for his pain is much too great
he coughs as his heart roasts on an open squwere
little said and done
as he openly ignores me
maybe even smiling behind my back
perhaps one day he shall not be such a thwart
yet seemingly, he has yet to change
...being gazed upon with such annoyance glinting angrily in his eyes
what more anguish shall i bring about myself?
how badly can something hurt?
why does it sting so bad
when i keep ...
Sorrow is one thing
yet this numbing pain I feel...
is like a blackened feather from a fallen angels wing,
The feather falling endlessly...
With no chance of reuniting with it's angel...
Never to fly again...
The Angel grieving as it's feathers slowly disperse,
crystal tears streaming down it's beautiful face,