angstridden

born into a field of flowers

to slowly wilt away

sheltered by wings

delicately smothered by blindness

released among the wolves

thus molded by resistance

ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants

the fruit of other worlds

but grown by loneliness

concealing a black soul

and but sensing the beyond

uniquely grown from within

shimmered by a darker night

but left to solitude

how can one disclose a darker night

if one but rests?

or evidence the suffering

by wordly gauge?

or comprehend the long-drawn agony

when pain and evil never trod one down

like a warring sun

from a better kingdom

beautiful

free

of different steel!

dearly prized

and equally broken

he should have gone free of you!

an emotional tumour

gnaws from inside

of heartless

spineless treason

the darkest night now weaves its loom

soon to release its spawn