When angels fall

Detritus

the mouth that does not speak

the ears that dare not listen

belong to me

at least twice a day.

I shut the door to the world

and fall into a slumber of numb

my mind scavenges on cadavers

of the past

pushing gorge down my vein

and I let the bliss run through me

the ecstasy of turning dead to bloom

when I write but another page

I'm high on the noise in my head

I'm deaf to your earthly clamor

leave me be

So i wrote another chapter to the writing challenge I'm doing so yeah that was a special moment I wanted to express through poetry too. If you have the time, please check it out and give me some much needed feedback. Be rough...I can take it))))