Poetry · July 2, 2020 0

no glory

so i lay there
playing with splinters
in the late afternoon

the angels of paradise,
hidden in the mystery
of my days leaning
on worn-out wings, sang to me

sticks lie broken,
dead leaves gather dust,
i am homesick here
in the ashes

all i wanted was
glory, found only
strange sadness instead

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