“Gossamer Wings”
Into timid lands I
roam
upon sweet dreams
longing of a life
never known
crowned Queen without
a throne
Trapped in a glass
box
thoughts cut deep
with each blow
imprisoned by childish
memories
struck by foolish wanderings
The heart throbs for
a lost love
cradled in the arms
of a mother
never before seen
only heard
whispers sail along
the breeze
An apparition with
gossamer wings
silhouetted by the
moon
devoid of any light
soft melodies of
tears
I cry each night
my pillow drenched
shattered at the
core
sleeps rescue a
lonely reprieve
Awake in nightmares
myself only to
blame
weakened by a
thought
a crippled body lay
Can a broken heart
kill?
an abscessed wound
it’s poison seeps
into the very soul.
By: Ryan McKay
8/14/14
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