I ought to be the one to be. Between white walls surrounding me. The ground is unstable; breaks through me like thunder cutting into my skin. I shed into a new life form. My cocoon has broken, I am not yet flying. Wings as white as the walls surrounding me, floated up above, as a mockery of my dreams, my sights and hopes.
Once I thought I would fly. Tragedy fell upon everything I believed. Betrayed by my own fate. I gambled my way to no end. Now I crawl through this broken floor with no wings to reach the wings. No wings to catch my dreams.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
