face drawn, pale and pallid,
eyes sunken as spirit tarried,
rattled cage o' tired invalid
fifty suns soul had carried
the flame waned and flickered
in frame worn and withered,
battle scarcely begun
before adversary won
and now the wings unclipped 'n ready
waited for abeyance of inner eddy
waited to be free at last
of physical prison, physical cast
the spirit feels can linger no more
it rattles and shakes and knocks on door
with one last guttural click and snore
breaks free the darkness, begins to soar.
Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 7:28 AM UTC
face drawn, pale and pallid,
eyes sunken as spirit tarried,
rattled cage o' tired invalid
fifty suns soul had carried
the flame waned and flickered
in frame worn and withered,
battle scarcely begun
before adversary won
and now the wings unclipped 'n ready
waited for abeyance of inner eddy
waited to be free at last
of physical prison, physical cast
the spirit feels can linger no more
it rattles and shakes and knocks on door
with one last guttural click and snore
breaks free the darkness, begins to soar.
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge:
#guttural, adversary