The bodies standing in faultless lines
Move unanimously at a simple command
And I, supposed to fit in only newly
As I trip over their feet trying in vain to copy their fluid motion
Their beautiful ceramic faces look down at me in disdain
I sprawl on the floor, looking up at them
As they roll their polished glassy eyes, laugh chiming echoes, and move away
Tears sting my eyes in frustration;
Couldn't they understand?
There was a time they only had downy feathers and scrawny feet.
Thunder clapped and rain began to fall
And as they danced the lightning struck them,
One by one until they fell
I sought to take shelter under their fallen stained glass wings
But the rain touched them, exploding in showers of colorful dust.
As the lightning melted the ceramic faces
I was left alone to one thought
I could not be like them;
I would have to grow my own wings
And so I did.
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100 Peices of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
