Broken and crumpled,
Ash and dust,
A pile of bones and rubble,
Left to rust.
But that is found deep inside,
Hidden in shadow,
Away from prying eyes.
All so no one will know.
A mask, a fake,
A person, a corpse.
Another lie today,
Another flightless bird.
Give it some time to heal,
It's burns to scar,
And let it slowly reveal,
It's feelings are charred.
With help and patience,
Love and success,
That pile of ash unbalanced,
Will rise and fly with finesse.
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
PoetryAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
