abstract thought poem

Sinking wings
A poem of sadness
By Marialexa Kavanaugh

Whatever waterway fertilizes the prominence of her doughy cheeks,
Whatever was the fuel to drive those tears,
Must have been a criminal,
To take her flourishing heart in its palms and squeeze ripped and contorted.
For there is a morbidly obese ogre of fog and mist,
All despondent grey where it used to be gilded,
Scintillating gloatingly,
With unblemished delight,
Now that merriment is pockmarked,
Wrinkled and aged to an old hag of a creature,
Waddling and creaking about the dormitories in her condemned
Old crypt of a soul,
Of a spirit,
Of a force inspiring a grin.
Now the lips are sealed.
Glued, cemented,
Zipped stapled,
Rarely unstitched to expose a still existent family of teeth,
Masquerading behind the grimy costume that is depression,
That is yearning to be in the beefy arms of sleep,
Of eternal relaxation,
Of heat and acceptance,
Into the forgiving kisses of forever,
But she can’t because there’s a rope lassoed around her throat,
Dangling her in the excruciating present.
For she is being vacuumed into this dark lagoon.
Where even her wings are sinking, strangling, drowning.
And all she can do is try to wade out of the inky waters.