Her Wings are Free

Those wings enfold our love …

those wings

 

My heart surges forth from its cage

Obscured by the truth and constant rage,

On this metal stage I have engaged

The ways she outweighed my everyday

 

She had her wings she used to fly,

Consumed by her, was my alibi

With motley reasons she had to die,

I could not cry, one further night.

 

Emotions smacked like a cardiac

And crack my pericardial sac

My chest fought back like heart attacks

It’s quaint how opposites attract.

 

Matter of fact she was my savior

Her love had never lost its flavor

It’s labored through our many failures

And never once did that love waver.

 

There were nights I spoke with my maker

Where I carried one in the chamber

Wishing this behavior would soon taper

At my lowest I found my lifesaver.

 

She was someone in this atmosphere,

an angel sitting by my ear,

With her my fears just disappeared

I need her here to persevere.

 

I lied when I said she had to die,

I need her here to edify,

The reasons why she occupies

My soul, my heart, my evening skies

 

Why can’t I refuse her stranglehold?

Each week it comes back sevenfold

Her wings enfold our love so bold

those wings are what an angel holds

 

So let her fly, and use her wings,

And let her tug on all the strings

soon comes the spring and wedding rings

And life portrayed as queens and kings

Paul Neglia
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

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