Z Fallen Angel (Poor Father, Poor Me) Poem by Anita Wisniewska

Z Fallen Angel (Poor Father, Poor Me)



Your howling need

Everlasting emptiness

Won't feed me

My seething need

Centuries of hunger

Won't feed you

I am bad, I want, I want

You are furious

Your eyes throw

Poison darts of disappointment

I have fallen

I am lost

I am damned

The sins of the fathers, they say

Destroy endlessly

Forever and ever

War without end.

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