Adversity is the first path to truth.” Lord Byron


Mangled Wings

Weary of all the conjecture, the slants,
Belly full of trite and typical rants.
It’s enough for the troubled, the broken,
Who have to amend it with so little spoken.
Die trying while you wait for the bomb;
Pray for the respite of happy and calm.
Fly out in euphoric bliss, dance of death,
On days it is torture to merely draw breath.
Eyes nearly close, tresses whirl in the breeze;
Touch my face, then graze my lips and appease.
We must embrace these things we abhor.
Rise up, rise up—
Mangled wings need to soar.

From ‘A Dark Rose Blooms’
A poetry book by Kyrian Lyndon


Mangled Wings © Copyright 2006 All rights reserved.

4 thoughts on “MANGLED WINGS

  1. This is a poem I had to read a few times for it to sink in. Those are the best type of poems. I’m glad you won the battle, Kyrian. I’m looking forward to your poetry book now! Great post.

    ~Laurie Kozlowski


  2. Kyrian, Tears streamed down my cheeks as I could Feel so much of what your words express. I love you my dear Brave friend.Think happy thoughts and spread those Mangled wings and FLY! I love your writings.


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