A/N I did the pic on the side and I got inspired by the whole trapped in a place that you don't belong to vibe.
An Angel Drowning
I am a bird
A bird breathing water.
In, out and again
And again but the water is nothing.
I have wings,
But they are soaked
And I do not trust them.
They are webbed
And fickle creatures.
A halo around my head,
Made still of light that
Was filtered by the stifling mother.
That guards us all
And keeps us safe.
I want to soar and rise.
To be released from
This prison of dark.
Where even the kind sun
Cannot reach.
Like Icarus I fly away,
But find that which I dread.
That with the sun,
I may fall instead
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Her Blood-Red Eyes
PoetryA collection of poems that is for the dreamers and the thinkers
