Trapped.
I'd say like a bird in a cage, but birds are at least typically alive in their cages.
No, more like a moth inside an inferno.
Drawn to the light and warmth you promised, the idea of security you seemed to exude
Only to be enveloped by your flames and burnt alive.
The embers of your 'love' consuming the wings on my back, the only path I had to escape. Your deadly clutches converting them to ashes as you claim to be saving me from myself
How dare you.
How dare you blame me for not trying when being in your vicinity is a death sentence. How dare you expect me to change while you bathe in the tears that I've shed.
One day, one day I will have the strength. I'll crawl this crispy body through the wreckage you've created and I'll never return to the flames you have provided.
I'll regrow my wings and fly once more.
And I'll refuse to roast in the hell that you've fastened for me.
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Incongruity
PoetryThis is where I will put my poems about my experiences. I just want somewhere to store them. If they resonate with someone, then I'm glad to have at least been a voice of familiarity in a world that feels so full of solidarity. Also I usually only w...
