i cannot go back anymore-
these stars have impregnated my eyes-
inspired divine destinations
that tangle and twist,
roads of hope inside my soul-
i feel i need to regurgitate,
the heart of humanity aches in me-
breaks in this
small skeleton of human soil,
if
only
i
could
wash the feet of the dying
in holy spit
that seeps from my chapped lips-
and fold these fragile fingers
around a prayer
to free these shackled wings
Like the other guys said - the imagery in this poem is quite amazing. Unique. Well done.
Nice the ending.Nice imagery.good one Amberlee.thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope does fly on those shackled wings. Beautiful poem. Uriah Hamilton