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)
- Published: January 17th, 2018 00:20
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
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)
Fantastic first poem! Well written!
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