Wind —- By Bear

This damned cursed elixir

Made of Bitterness and gall

Carries no redeeming sweetness.

There is only pain and shame

And that is all.


There are no angel wings to catch me

When twirling off the ledge,

My mocking pirouette adieu.

There is only the wind and the end

And this madness on the edge.


10 comments on “Wind —- By Bear

  1. Henry Jekyll says:

    This is simply wonderful Bear. I just happened to be listening to Lunatic Fringe as I read it. They just seemed to blend together so well.


  2. cindy knoke says:

    Couldn’t find where to leave a comment in your next poem. These are so lovely! Kudos~


  3. willowdot21 says:

    I do not like this poem…… I love it. You have caught raw agony and madness. You have ripped off the scab and exposed the pain. I am off to bed, astounded by your poem. Thanks and good night.



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