Paper, pencil lost
At night in heaven lost,
This is not my heaven,
Only fury's heaven lost
At night I dearly screamed,
A dullness so compelling
It's now worth a telling
Writing at my desk, putting on my coat
When did I ever want to get back on that boat?
Fury's heaven lost
Bondship is the cost
Blood daily spilt
Body racked with guilt
I remember days of a shoe duly tapping
The midnight eyes' daily trapping.
My wrath was in heaven here, and now so am I.
With this on my back, will I ever learn fly?
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PoetryThe first phase of my poetry. I post everything on my Instagram before it gets here! Instagram.com/milestriespoems
