Her voice cried out from her shattered soul.
She was afraid to live, afraid to let go.
Her wings were torn,
She'd forrgoten what it was like to fly.
She hated being weak.
She hated to cry.
Her hope was lost,
And she couldn't bear to wait.
He tried to save her,
But he got there to late.
A contest entry
- Pre-Write Extraganza No Limit by poets whisper.
900 points, ended February 16, 96 entries
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Comments
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did you mean "her wings were torn" or was it here wings, where torn? I'm reading it and I think it must be her wings were torn. You might want to fix that. Thank you for the entry
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