Posted by: Devin | February 22, 2013

The Wings Beneath the Suit

A solitary shadow
Skulking by a door
Propped up but barely standing
Just a husk, an empty frame

A healing scar
Boots scuffed and dirty
A mirror’s reflection fogged-up
Can you see the muse within there
Through the humanity

Can you hear, beneath the raging
The wings beneath the suit
Beating still, through Hell and madness
Moving lives with prose

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