My Serrated Angel

By lupus tenebrae

 



There comes a time of day
when I may think of you,
and dreaming sustenance
will never get me through.

And once I was convinced
that my birth was to blame,
the smell of sweet perfume
was bitter to my name.

Your wings of razors edge
in simulated flight,
return me to the womb
a fine serrated sight. 

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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Published on Friday, June 22, 2012.     Filed under: "Structured" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

*Repost* My first serious attempt at meter courtesy of the DP College, I remember it well.
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  • A former member wrote: interesting theme and point made here, it's well received to me. always love for mom! (RIP, love you) great post, very unique

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