Last Blind Ascent
Climbing each rung of the rotting ladder,
my wishes snapped one by one
The beanstalk looming high above,
its vines blocked out the sun
Grounding my desires and aspirations,
like a bird with broken wings
My hope tried one last blind ascent
—to where the Angel’s sing
(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.