Wings spread in more ways than one,
And one can soar faster than the sky,
But when the deed was said and done
Tears had welled up in my eye.
I had thought I kept them far at bay,
Hidden deep behind my heart's old cellar,
But I appear to have been caught off-guard, in disarray,
For inside there was an ancient dweller.
No god held my reins,
Nor a wicked, little sprite.
Just ol' me and my pain.
It was mine to hold tight.
So in the morn' I fell,
After dreaming of grand wishes,
And dug myself a well
To swim with the fishes.
Scraped and split, my burned skin did falter,
But more bruised was my ego
As I fell off my alter.
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As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoetryA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
