what can i do?

A child's pain turns into a woman's fire-when silence finally runs out of space.
He said, What can I do?
And I kept swallowing silence-
Until it tasted like rage.
He sat with wings on his back, while I crawled with wounds on mine.

the cover represents a father. the wings represents his potential. He wore wings but whispered helplessness..
"A figure of myth and might, now silent, asking the wrong questions."

this poem and the cover and two poems in itself.