Broken wings

by Scarlet
(south africa)


Wings of wax will melt and fall apart
But what if they are a true reflection of what's in my heart?
Weak, easily discouraged, and without pride
My escape to freedom denied

I can never spread my wings and fly
I will never know the feeling of the sky
For these broken wings keep me grounded
And trapped with the memories of how they once sounded

They used to be so beautiful and proud
But now they hang around me like a black shroud
Reminding me of my once known glory
And how this is just another sad story

These wings are torn and tattered, no longer able to carry me
My heart, unable to dream of the possibility of being free
And my soul, now a deep black abyss
Waits silently for death's blissful kiss

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