Broken

pretty.odd84

Her wings are tired from the flight

Her eyes are blinded from sight

She has fallen in love with the dead

But wishes the living loved her instead

How can she keep the thoughts at bay

They’re killing her a little everyday

She longs to be someone she’s not

A beautiful soul not desiring to be shot

She falls more in love with death every night

The only peace still in sight

  • Author: pretty.odd84 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 17th, 2018 00:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME FRIEND ~ Thanks for your first poem ! Love the structure it pulsates with Rhyme & Rhythm ! The subject however is a little melancholy ! Longing to be someone we're NOT ~ more in touch with the Dead than the Living ~ these are phases we all pass through ~ BUT ~ in my experience however dark & dank the "Tunnel of Life" there has always been (so far) a light at the end ! Thanks for sharing ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)

  • Aislinn Wilson

    Fantastic first poem! Well written!



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