I hear the sound of soft beating wings.
Birds of splendor and color brilliantly divine.
Listening to their chorus, hanging on like a lifeline.
I follow the sound as the chorus still sings.
I follow them away from all the troublesome things.
They lead me to an ancient peaceful shrine.
The sound settles with a resonating hum on my spine.
The anxiety in my stomach melts into little nothings.
The sound of the chorus starts to fade.
Now sleep weighs heavy on my eyes.
I try in vain to utter a few words.
I close my eyes under the shade.
I hear the chorus linger in the skies.
My hand waves goodbye to The Orchestra of Birds.
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Frozen Peas and Broken Knees
PoetryCompleted (book 1 in a poetry series) *Trigger Warning* Triggering topics will be described and discussed in this book. Read at your own risk. Here is a collection of my poetry. Nothing more. Nothing less. I hope you delight in my deterioration...~
