One moment your soaring
High above the trees
An Eagle
High and mighty
Shining in all the glory
And radiance
Then suddenly arrows fly
Sting, tearing
They hit you the glorious
Eagle
The ground
Mixed colors of greens and browns fly towards you
You fall, landing with
A thud onto the cold ground
No longer are you the
Great powerful eagle
But an empty shell
Left in its place
How I would die
Just to be able to feel
That glory and power
Once again
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My Poems
PoesíaThis is my poems that I write whenever I'm mad, sad, happy, or just feel the need to creat something. It was called "Arts" but I feel that that title didn't fit any more. I really hope you guys get a chance to read this and tell me what you think!
