Keep on flying
Even with broken wings
They won't stop lying
But you still know things
Try on the fight-or-flight
run from the demons inside
you can never tell what's right
for you have lost your guide
begging for freedom, sanity
a way out, help, safety
only to hit the reality
that we will never be free
fight the fight, go to war
Keep on going, watch blood spill
Even then, with all the gore
the fight is such a thrill
Keep on flying, keep trying
no clue as to why I can't mind...
Even when you'd rather be dying
find it in your heart to be kind
one thing leads to another
your kind act will go far
maybe to an old mother
Or a helpless man with a broken guitar
that man may pass on happily
The mother may be proud
life doesn't last forever, thankfully...
but still, reality covers the sun like a dark cloud
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My Random bottle Of Poetry
PoésieAnother stress reliever for me... Dark poetry warning Edgy content warning Depression, anxiety, anger, fear, and sadness warning Enjoy at your own risk Side effects include: Missing sanity or boredom :)
