The sky
it calls for me
the sky
it wants me to return to it
but I can't
my wings are broken
I fly no more
my wings are broken
because of you
you pull off
all my feathers
keeping me
trapped in this
Hell
my wings are broken
I fly no more
I can't
escape
I can't
escape
my wings are broken
I fly no more
I can't return to my
home
the sky
it misses me
and I miss it
My wings are broken
I fly no more
I can't
Fly away
I can't
soar
out of my this
Hell
but maybe
just maybe
I can learn to
Fly
once again
- Author: Crow (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 25th, 2017 10:50
- Category: Sad
- Views: 25
Comments4
Great write
This sort of stream-of-consciousness writing reminds me of journaling. I've written something eerily similar to this, then proceeded to rip it out of my journal and tear it into little bits that I then scattered where the sun don't shine. That's because writing such as this is potent- one of the best ways to communicate raw emotion. Especially if it is read very fast, to simulate the feelings often held by the writer. It's the easiest and the hardest form of writing, in a couple ways. Hella interesting. Good job.
Incidentally, have you heard the Frank Sinatra song "Come fly with me"? It would prove a good counterpart to this poem, I think... If you haven't, try listening to it.
One day your wings will grow back and you will be flying high once more.
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