Everything Solemn

Posted on June 19, 2012 by fhhakansson in Poetry

Everything Solemn

Black wings scar his back.

They spread – he tries to fly.

Leaving the ground chains of darkness cuff his ankles.

There he remains.

My pet.

A naked man with swelling muscles and golden skin.

– F H Hakansson

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2 thoughts on “Everything Solemn”

Eliza says:

June 19, 2012 at 11:27 pm

That is somewhat very depressing 😦

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1. fhhakansson says:
  
  June 23, 2012 at 11:29 am
  
  Yes. The man can never break free… At least not until I write a follow-up poem 🙂
  
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