My wings are broken
And I keep falling...
Destiny has spoken
I was never meant for flying...
I stop my struggle
To fall, fall into the rubble...
I do not know sunshine
Because I cannot let go
Of proper ways - a rigid line.
Be free, I want to.
Though, can I?
No, perhaps never, says I...
A few times, bliss I found
In thinking my saviour dear
Will break the thread with which I am bound...
I was bound, I fear, for far too many years
And to cut them, I alone, cannot find shears...
Come , will she
My saviour?
Nay, says me.
She is but my dream fervour...
And I am meant forever
To be this loner...
Author notes
(C) nosgoth, 2008
Comments
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Bummer!
this well written poem is a bummer. Grabbing the emotions of your readers. Very good! You got an Oh...jeez out of me at the end.
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