Maybe if I could fly
I'd forget what it felt like to die
Beat my wings
Go up, up, up until I hit the sky
Then like a moth, racing to a lamp
I've lost my chance
Knocked back
Silvery wings cracked
Wind reaches its fingers through the breaks
I cry out, "For land's sake!"
As land will be the one to greet me
Hard-packed dirt can't wait to meet me
Grass anticipates my arrival
Flowers mourn survival
For now they shall be plucked and delivered
To a dim hospital room as they quivered
I think they blame me
If I hadn't fallen, no flowers required
If I had held on to dreams
If I hadn't aspired
To be one of the birds
Who pass me in the sky
Wondering how a human girl
Could get this high
I'll tell you a secret, little bird
If you promise not to spread the word
Sounds that fill flowers with hate
Funeral or get better, it's all the same
If at first you don't succeed
Try, try again
YOU ARE READING
Please, Disregard
PoesíaAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
