The resounding drum of my heart
Is a pounding thump, a deafening roar
A poisoned dart
The whisper of hope in my ear
Tells me to fly, though my wings are broken
But I tremble in fear
Shall I let it devour me?
I will defy the preset path and soar
Yes, my wings are broken
But I have a dream
I shall take my hair
Unravel it gently
And stitch my wings at the seams
Every feather, every bone
The ivory moans
What a vain
What a meaningless song
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Poetrybook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
