Throbs of heart to love respond
why to the angel of leagues beyond?
Shall I keep it in agony?
or scream lest witness apathy?
foolish sentiments from an august
bind the heart and mind I must
fallen from grace in distortion
of chasing senseless queer illusions
Waiting timeless for the never
scorching for best from the better
shattered hopes from broken wings
stared for hours numbly waiting
holding on to nothing mine
where then is comfort divine?
A novice thought I knew her well
shallow words of an infidel
thirst for blood inside the seed
the fallen angel, all I need...
Jaf Liethers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whispers-to-the-wind-dark-cynic/
