One… Two… Three…
Repeat.
Reflections’ path has met darkness again,
and rebounded,
Too many times to count.
life lessons wont let me seep last breaths end,
No matter how tired…
So I run again.
I run until my wings catch fire at the souls of my feet’s end.
The path is burning quicker than the others ascend..
But the fire is quiet,
As the others make sure to stay warm,
I scream to wake them to the danger of flame
But I am again alone,
as I have always been.
The same light of angel,
the same exhausted discontent.
meeting the same sadness,
same but different seam of life's thread,
the give that only angels know,
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and love with no content.
The weight of lost way just repeats
There are no forks in life’s road for us,
Only unwanted breath of source’s speech
Curled and turned,
in the waves of this destructive game,
Pain cannot be explained,
When the players have no empathy or say…
or reach.
Soul,
And feet,
And heart at ashes end.
I do not rise as they once said.
No rainbows,
No mist,
No unicorn,
sans phoenix.
Just a tired angel soul,
lying at the hills of ashes,
carrying the scent of centuries past,
Again.
