Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read Contests Groups Learn Forums Store Help
 

My Time is sad!

Broken are the wings
I couldn’t fly
Memory wounds are fresh
Gifted me sleepless nights

Rush back soon
waiting slows down seconds
minutes and hours
kills me alive

Author notes

longing

A contest entry

:)

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    Line numbers  • Invite them to read
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments

  • mircea
    March 4

    Edit | Reply
    It makes all the sense in the world.No changes required.In case the following replenishes the hope inside, I would just say: use the less wounded and hurt wing and grab the hand of a mighty bird fallen to the ground and helping it fly again, you will certainly notice your smooth flightof two wings.
    I hope I was not boring with this

  • skye01 gold member
    March 3
    Edit | Reply
    I like this alot. Waiting on one's love is torturing time. Emotions nicely expressed.


  • Kathraina silver member
    February 27

    Edit | Reply
    This is very touching.
    I can feel the longing in these words.
    Nicely done.
    Thank you, and good luck


    ♥ Kate