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Poetry

These are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.

Broken Wings

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by thisisme314

by thisisme314

Here I lay

And, unfortunately, here I'll stay

Here I'll last

Forever living in my past.

My wings are broken

My heart, shattered

My voice is unheard

My mind, troubled.

I can blame a thousand souls

For the torture I'm in.

This pain has taken it's toll

And I'm officially dead.

My heart stopped beating

Over a millennia ago

Yet it still is fleeting

But only to know.

Why have I given up

Why have I denied

The pain you caused me

That troublesome night.

But here now I fall

And before I hit the ground

I try to rise like a king

Gently, on my broken wings.

AGD