One day I thought,
"I wish I could fly,
be free from my thoughts,
my dreams. Escape to a world where nobody knows me,
a world where I can be myself."
But then it struck me.
This world will never let me go.
Fate can never loosen its grasp on me.
So I sit alone in my corner,
trying to figure out how to fly,
because even fallen angels can grow back wings,
even fallen angels.
A contest entry
- Welcome ladies and Gents by RawrSmileBabyPlz.
450 points, ended July 11, 2008, 77 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Bitter Batter, Pitter Patter. come have a look-see! by sailor ptolema.
875 points, ended July 9, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a very sad and forlorn take on the picture, and bitterness. The hopelessness comes through this very well.
I LOVED: "because even fallen angels can grow back wings,">>>>this is the most powerful line of your poem I think.
Also, I would have liked to see what this looked like left-aligned and broken up a bit.
Thank you for entering my contest and g'luck!
S.P.~
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Lovers it more than the last time i read it. Thanks for entering my contest i wish you the best of luck. Shelly
Mwah..
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Loved it. Alots Very well written for a short poem.
..<3..
Shelly
Muah...
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They can, of course they can.We have to let go of the world , not the other way around.I hope you fly free towards your destiny, Ros
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