Dead Wings

P4

You may have opened this expecting distress
A poem, a cry, inner peace gone to rest But I assure you
This poem is anything but
For when dead wings lay vast
Empty and shut
Of all that was once the life it consumed There is one final task left
Time to bloom
Scattered with fragrance
Connected to earth
There is no vengeance
Only rebirth
A continuos circle Your in it, it's you
Do you believe in conclusion?
An illusion untrue
There's more to be discovered
After the destruction of life
The catalyst of passion
When dead wings are in sight