Give me my wings
I have become frail, mournful
Full of the desire to fly
To soar up beyond everything
To get away, to escape.
So far away, for eternity
I want to feel the sun’s subtle warmth
Radiating all around me
As it caresses me with its flaming fingertips, delicately
And I want the clouds to envelope me in their softness
Wrapping their feathery arms around me, protecting me
Soothing me
I want to feel the cool wind
Tangle its infuriated fingers within my hair
And let it take me under its wing, guiding me
But, you see, my own wings are tattered now
Decrepit and ragged
Utterly ineffectual
They scream out in agony as they are torn apart
Piece by aching piece
By the words of the stronger
They beg for mercy, pleading with the undermining malevolence
As for me, I have also been damaged
Exhausted and fatigued
The anxiety has forced my feeble torso upon the ground
With it’s sturdy, strong hands
It won’t let me back up
No matter how much I try to force its damaging hands away from me
And now I have nothing to help me
Nothing to pull me back into reality
Nothing to hear my pleas
I wish I could break away from this wickedness….
If I could repair the damage done
To my wings, so fragile, so immobilized
I swear I would fly away, peacefully
And leave this place forever
To never ever return
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Comments
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Great theme
There is nothing more sad or ironic then that which was meant to fly losing its proverbial wings. I think it had a great momentum in the beginning and did lose speed a bit toward the middle but then regains it near the end.
Again to me you seem like natural talent lacking in classical training. Not to say that any of this seems amateur just raw and unrefined at points. Perhaps that was what you were going for in order to ad a jaded virility to it. Either way good piece and well done.
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I really like the beginning of this peice. I notice it gets more hallow and sad towards the end and i'm sorry you have felt this way
. But this was beautifully written and i hope you do get your wings 
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