Black sand winds...

Metaphorical poetry

I fight black sand winds, tearing angel wings as the black sand sings.

sand like obsidian dust, filled with promise of lust which no one ever trusts.

It knocked on my door, like never before.
and when i thought the knocks finally ceased,
 i heard them knock again on my door,

Knocking like never before.

I fight black sand winds, tearing angel wings as the black sand sings.

sand like obsidian dust, filled with promise of lust which no one ever trusts.

 So i went to my door when my ears felt to sore and i didn't want to hear no more.

And as the door opened i saw in demise, the black sand winds taking my eyes. 

I see no black sand winds, tho i hear it sing.
singing songs i once called sin...

Reviews

[gabrielle]

temptations are very persistent. no matter how we renounce it, it shall wait for a moment that our doors are left ajar for it to creep inside. this is how the poem spoke to me. nicely written.

[Alucinor]

Thank you for writing this, it means allot to me. I'm glad you heard it like i meant when i wrote it.