The best I could do. Deleted my original poem in a frenzy of efficiency. Inspired by Nocturnal Queen by Flloyd Brown
Night Stars...
Do you run out of poetry
When you run out of thoughts
Run out of words
Of wise things to say
Do you run out of gas
When you must pray
Just to live through this
Unholy
Unwholesome day?
I know I'm still singing though I'm still lost
An angel is winging me
Through my floods and my draughts
Whose thoughts I don't know
Whose eyes I can't see
Sing sweet my angel
My ears surfeit
Tears fog my eyes
You tell me your lies
Upon my knees
I kiss you
In the rain of my sighs
Mist..gray and heavy
A burden of mistakes
The proof of my
Life
in my abiding
Death.
My mistakes are legion
Nights spent on such thorns
envying the bed of dark demons
Brave inner storms...
Sing sweetly angel
I fall to my sleep
Falling
Falling into my follies
I embrace the deep
End of weeping
My dark well of fears
Falsehoods adieu
For this truth I must
Bear.
This pain is far sweeter
More just than delight
I'm a singed splintered being
With scorched wings
A nocturnal queen
Singing
The Fall of my
Night....
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(c) Amrita Valan 2015
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