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Broken Wings

Broken Wings

By Macy

Wings of wax will melt and fall apart,

But what if they are a true reflection of what's in my heart?

Weak, easily discouraged, and without pride,

My escape to freedom denied

I can never spread my wings and fly.

I will never know the feeling of the sky,

For these broken wings keep me grounded

And trapped with the memories of how they once sounded.

They used to be so beautiful and proud,

But now they hang around me like a black shroud,

Reminding me of my once known glory

And how this is just another sad story.

These wings are torn and tattered, no longer able to carry me.

My heart, unable to dream of the possibility of being free

And my soul, now a deep black abyss

Waits silently for death's blissful kiss.


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18 Oct, 2019
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