Here we are again.
No worse,
or cursed for wear.
It’s all as it should be.
We look and find it there.
The fallen and the fall
are two distinctive times.
No one is asking, anymore.
No reason, or no rhyme.
All our sullen days
have passed away.
Here in our final phase
the peace remains.
The sun shines on our skin
as we await the flames.
We don’t care if the world
remembers our names.
We stood on high,
but we came down.
Our broken wings,
our dented crowns.
Learned to live here,
on the ground.
Now in the dawn,
a trumpet sounds.
The Judgement rides.
The King is nigh,
with an army
at his side.
And we understand it all.
We are the fallen
and the fall.
We’ve known no peace.
We seek no rest,
until all that we have left
is this sweet
time at the end.
A cleansing fire, Heaven sent.
We have no thought
for what is next.
After it all,
we’ve left the nest,
after the fallen
and the fall.
DJR – 2023
Beautifully written! The imagery really drew me in. I’m curious, what was the inspiration behind this poem? It feels like it could have a deeper meaning beyond the surface.
Yoy E.
Thank you very much for reading and commenting! I’m not sure about the inspiration, to be honest. I try to write from my subconscious, so I often do not have an idea of what a piece may be until I start writing it. I try my best to let the pieces be what they are and not get in the way. This one has themes of resignation, and redemption. Perhaps even fallen angels grow weary of this world and wish for the end to come? Maybe we have to let the darker parts of our nature play themselves out, to know who we truly are? Honestly, I don’t know. But I am glad that the piece spoke to you.