Burning wings, fallen from grace
Lost in a world without a place
Blue fire consumes the heart
Every one of her hurts taking part
The call of friends saying "Angel you are."
Yet to them her heart has been barred
She weeps for the day when the fire is dead
For that'll be the end of the life she's led
He tries to help her, never losing face
But ahead she runs, winning the race
For if she can't be with him, her hurts won't cease
Until another claims her heart at least
Onward she flees, the trail of fire behind
The tears from her eyes causing her to be blind
So onward she flees, locking her heart away
For her time to cease her play
And up goes the wall to guard against trust
For even as her heart weeps, she know she must
Her head is bowed, her feelings gone
As the sun rose once more, her final dawn
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Hi
I did a poem to relieve my angst.
No, I'm not okay.
No, I don't want to talk about it.
Thanks.
Until next time,
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
