Lost Child At Dawn Poem by Tiana Webb

Lost Child At Dawn



Cutting the final edges
from the form.

Loose change dangles
dignity forlorn.

Stake in heart bleeds forsaken
life away.

The blade turns and drains the
soul breath away.

Angel pass overhead and branches shake
out lies.

The blade sinks in
and fifth victim dies.

Sunday, March 18, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Danny Draper 25 March 2012

This is certainly a fine write with tender structure and economy of words, like a series of sighs in growing dispair but rhythmically sustained in equal measure like hope against failing but not foresaken, persistent hope where the real dissipates too easily and fearlessly into the ethereal.

0 0 Reply
BEST POEMS
BEST POETS
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success