He walks on the edge of a cliff
Then he lets himself fall,
This has always been his dream
Ever since he was small,
Then he would be forced to grow wings
Like those of an angel,
And he would be free
From everything on the ground going wrong.
He would go with the wind
Because he had no real destination,
Just as long as he's far away from his father's whip
And close to the heavens where his mother was,
He would finally be able to breath
Without fear of unjust retribution,
He would finally be able to live
Without pain's gravity anymore.
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Naming My Feelings
Randompoems I came up with when I was in school about all the shit I've been through __both imaginary and real
