I really don't like the ending last two lines, so I'd like some feedback on how to make atleast those better.



cheers CL



Muse

Muse Circle v.2



roving touches

faint to dust

on my skin

rough kisses plaster 

themselves

to my aching heart

an angel with battle-scarred wings

sighs fondly in my embrace

my inspiration-

alive 

but breaking under

repeated abuse

like the Wall, she ruptures

with pride, hate and longing

but most of all fear

Goodbye, Lenin she remarks

to me

coddled in my 

western cloister

rummpled and brittle

are the wings that

once sparkled with ambition

cracked are the pale lips

that once spoke the melodies

of 

a charmer

lost is she now

my muse

for she’s run along

musing