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Black Wings

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

black-wings

Black wings,

be they raven or bat,

there is no way I am going back.

Smile miles behind,

enveloped in the surrounding darkness,

nothing but endless sorrow,

hoping for a new tomorrow.

Black on black,

no way to turn back,

cypress branches hanging over a bayou swamp,

my mind left spinning.

Melancholy blackness,

curtain closed upon the light of day,

once there were many loving things to say –

now cradled in wings of black.

Black heart, black soul,

a heart with a gaping hole,

tangoing in blackness,

lighted by flickering candle flames –

looking to find the door to love again.

So much sorrow,

painting the doors black to all my tomorrows,

perhaps once the bridges have been burned,

to what has once been,

I can be on the black tarp of the highway –

heading back to days always glowing in the sun.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee

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