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Eyes and Dark Wings
by Christopher ShinDark wings engulfs my
heart and mind as
I stand alone in world
of constant change.
The wind fills my hair,
and all I can do is sigh.
It's feeling more softer
then the silk spun by worms.
As I clinch my fist in
rage that will not
die like the summer flames.
My arms cover my body
to feel solitude again.
Why is it that my mind
burns with inner torment?
Why is it not that simple
to let go of the past and
fill your mind with the future?
I do not know if I could
ever be the same as I was
in happier times in my life.
I wonder if there were
happier times in my life
at all.
My dark eyes close and
my wings the color of night
consumes me until I am
but a fading memory to
people who don't really
care about me. 09/08/2003 Posted on 09/08/2003
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melinda Sordino on 09/09/03 at 06:04 AM no one is ever the same as they were, each day we evolve and become different, it's part of the cycle we all must follow.... |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/09/03 at 04:56 PM a moving picture, of some mythical creature (you, as you are, and were) standing over an embankment, dark wings piercing the sky, eyes closed, release. lovely. |
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