The hollow man lives in the sun
A refugee who’s on the run
He breathes and burns and bravely sings
About the time when he had wings
He wonders though the reason why
An angel in the sun won’t die
And that it’s, oh so, awfully sad
He lost his wings and then went mad
That tragic day of solar flare
When he was born a man with hair
With eyes and bones and heart of steel
When wings from off his back did peel
The hollow man he sometimes dreams
Then wakes as teardrops flow in streams
But instantly, he wills them dry
Since sun, she scowls at men who cry
The hollow man lives in the sun
Without the angel wings once won
But sometimes, when he’s warm, he prays
And earth is blest with golden rays
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 6th, 2018 04:53
- Comment from author about the poem: I really don't know where this came from.
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
the last line, pulls it off nicely.
Thank you kindly onepauly. I appreciate your comment and feedback. 😉
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