Angel Wings

Angel Wings

A Poem by Dindella
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Another repost from DA ( http://dindellathedefender.deviantart.com/art/Angel-Wings-Poem-342122907 ), so you guys can see it here.

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What is it about time that compels us forward?
And in that same instance makes us look back upon ourselves
And wonder a thousand reasons why we continue to move straight ahead?
And in that instance while we wonder these things,
We look to our hands and wonder why we're sitting here where we are now.
In the present.

It is not that which divides us, but it is which rips us apart
And simultaneously heals our every wound,
Melding us together like a great polished sword or shield.
And in the midst of battle we stop,
Reveling in the reason why we fight,
Why we defend ourselves from the on-coming slaughter
Until our eyes close to the flooding sensation that is time.

And as our blood runs down,
As our heart ceases to pound,
What first crosses our mind not be what we expect or desire,
But indeed it is what we desire the most.
So we fold ourselves into the arms of those that love us,
Sinking our faces into their imperfections and flaws like angel feathers,
And drape our inner-most demons upon their wings,
Tearing them apart with ourselves,
Putting them back together.

Run all you like, but you go no where alone.
Time follows your every move, your every breath,
And sinks it's gaping fangs into your heart until you melt.
Sucking the poison out, sucking the poison out,
Letting your blood flow free from torment if only for a little while.
But the bite hurts and as the teeth marks close, the burning, itching sensation
Does not fail to reach your tongue.
And so you cry.
Cry out to the lone wolf.

Gregarious in nature, it does not help to flee the burn.
Loner or not, the bell toll strikes backwards upon your soul
And the many wonders that it brings
Seem far against one's reach,
But that doesn't stop one from growing.

© 2014 Dindella


Author's Note

Dindella
I will almost never explain what my poetry means, since I don't want you to follow my meaning of it. The meaning is entirely up to you and I'd love to hear what your translation is, why it means something to you or why it doesn't. The more in-depth the better, but that doesn't mean you have to write something really long and depthy if you don't want to. I appreciate any and all reviews. <3

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Added on May 22, 2014
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Dindella
Dindella

Ruther Glen, VA



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Hi, hello. You can call me Dindy, but close friends call me Dellz. Please don't call me Dellz unless you fit under the second category. I will probably mostly write poetry and the concessional blurb o.. more..

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