Joy has stripped the wings off of the angels;
white, immaculate, pristine.
Scatter them on the ground-
shatter, splinter.
It happens in dreams, in wake.
It sounds like church bells, a white wedding.
Shot-gun. Take me to the alter.
Watch me kneel.
Laughter explodes. Happiness flutters,
broken wings spread before them.
A million candles have lit,
eternal joy blinds you.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
