You are an angel
with broken wings.
A stranger amongst men on Earth,
yet unable to fly towards your Homeland.
You try to fit in as you weep
at your wounded wings,
remembering those days when fluffy clouds ruffled your feathers.
Someday you will weep no more as you return to the Golden Gates.
But it is not today.
Today you shall endure.
Endure the pain,
try to fit in
again.
HBY,
24 March 2018,
5.59pm.
YOU ARE READING
Overflowing
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written throughout the years, whenever my head is overflowing with thoughts and my heart with emotions.
