He has the night, breathing in the darkness. Fallen Angel 21

by Darren   Nov 14, 2015


To swallow a shadow is to swallow a companion
to relinquish all care to those bowels of despair
launching bile through many orifices
rabbit runs from my heart.

A cherry squashed flat, many times
replays in many minds
as the past digs its claws into your arse.
vomiting any vestige of emotion.

Versatility is merely a meagre life choice
depicted by all men thinking through scrotum,
lest he use grey matter before undercarriage
should he fall foul of wenches.

He remembered being killed....
dismembered beyond remembering,
blood lines forming blurred lines
visage crowning viscera.

Through the blanket ban eyeballs
the scream clenched tight with both hands
the regret encumbering the righteous
he walked tall again, awoken by selfishness.

His poetry in a coma
his purgatory dancing freely.

I have decided to repost these as individual poems, they are taken from my poetry book I published on Amazon.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fallen-Angel-Mr-Darren-Connor/dp/1492989223

Some of the older members have already read these and I thank them
Just a quick fix to get my number of poems up. I was probably a bit quick publishing, some of these need more work.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Darren,

    I am now at the penultimate instalment and am almost saddened at the thought of not having one of these to read every day or two!
    I think I am now near enough the end to say that they certainly haven't got any weaker; some are very good, but most are excellent and any difference between the pieces is spread evenly - the excellent ones certainly aren't all at the beginning in my opinion.
    This piece is wonderful - I particularly like your use of alliteration throughout.

    Take care and all the very best,
    Ben

    • 8 years ago

      by Darren

      Thanks Ben

      I have enjoyed reading all of your comments