Silk, satin, soft as light.
Things I'll never have.
People moving as birds in flight,
but I am stuck to land.
They walk free,
but I fall to my knees.
YOU ARE READING
As I fall to Ashes
PoetryThis is a book of Poetry I write. None of it is edited and I'd love it if you commented your opinions. It's mostly depressing because writing is how I handle my depression.
Me
Silk, satin, soft as light.
Things I'll never have.
People moving as birds in flight,
but I am stuck to land.
They walk free,
but I fall to my knees.
