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The Angels are Sleeping
I smell blood,
sour reeking blood
Lugged by the eerie wind
Scouring my numbed face.
Painful streaks of light
Struck my weary eyes.
Heavy racing nimbus,
Black rainbow in the sky!
Strange moaning of the river
Sounds like calling my name
Struggled hard to get up
Dropped flat on the ground again!
Vultures squeak as they rip
the rotting flesh
of my comrades, asleep,
never to wake again.
We were forsaken!
We fought as much but the sworn
help from the heavens
did not reach the earth…
sour reeking blood
Lugged by the eerie wind
Scouring my numbed face.
Painful streaks of light
Struck my weary eyes.
Heavy racing nimbus,
Black rainbow in the sky!
Strange moaning of the river
Sounds like calling my name
Struggled hard to get up
Dropped flat on the ground again!
Vultures squeak as they rip
the rotting flesh
of my comrades, asleep,
never to wake again.
We were forsaken!
We fought as much but the sworn
help from the heavens
did not reach the earth…
Published 10th Dec 2015
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19th Mar 2016 7:27pm
Ahhh . . . Myth, like so many promises made and quickly broken.
This well written poem of yours call attention to the deceit within
the human race, and in this poem mystical alliances with the ones(?)
who reside up there in the heavens. Enjoyed this very much. Hard
to believe you have had as many "reads" as you have had and not
one damn comment.
This well written poem of yours call attention to the deceit within
the human race, and in this poem mystical alliances with the ones(?)
who reside up there in the heavens. Enjoyed this very much. Hard
to believe you have had as many "reads" as you have had and not
one damn comment.
16th Aug 2018 1:42pm
