Who am I,
to deny,
birds from the sky,
of saints heaven's high?
Just a person bound,
weighted to the ground,
feeling jealousy,
I still want them free,
in ways a person like me,
burdened by the world can't be.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
