11:11
it's 11:11
and i wish
to feel
it's 11:11
and i wish
to hope
it's 11:11
and i wish
to dream
i wish for:
dreams
but not good ones;
hopes
crushed or not;
feelings
to rack me through and through
i want it all...
i want the wind to
fill
my wings
even if it rips them
straight from their sockets
and even then,
i'll welcome the pain
YOU ARE READING
Free Bird
PoesíaThis book is a journey: my journey, to learn my flight. I write this as someone who is searching for freedom, and who is looking to find it in whatever journey full of discoveries these poems take me on. I know I have always had wings. Now, it is...
