flying on wings of gold
flowing with the wind
lazly pushing me along
but the world below is dark
wet with a sticky sickness
a raw bloody smell
floating up to where I soar
struggling to reach up higher
get away, be free
the smell starts to make me lightheaded
slowing, falling
dropping like a bird with a broken wing
so fast so far so scared
I land in a world
not so alien to me
but it disgusts me still
I come back to what I fought so hard to leave
get up
shake it off
and try again
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A contest entry
- Make me fly or come with me in the dark by subliminal girl.
400 points, ended May 30, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Even when your hope is gone, move along by Barely Breathing.
450 points, ended June 21, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is great, even though the poem was dark, at the end you got up and tried again. well done and all the best for the contest.
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Nice take on the prompt! Liked the imagery you used, thanks for entering this heartfelt poem... best of luck
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