People don't know much of anything
All they see is their own exhaustion, their own problems,
Their own little world,
And its broken truths and lovely lies.
People just don't know...anything.
They don't know that they have wings
They don't know that they're angels
That have just fallen from better places
They only know where they are now
And how painful life can be.
They don't see their wings
They only see the ugly truth
And beautiful lies
That this world shows them.
They don't realize that they have wings
They only realize that they're lost
In a forest of people, that they're only one tree,
That trees can fall with no one to hear them,
And so they do not make a sound as they, too, fall.
They do not understand that
When they fall, they could have flown
But they clipped their own feathers when they lost hope
They sliced off their own wings when they dismissed their dreams
And they fall like Icarus fell,
With broken wings and a broken heart
They shouldn't do this to themselves,
They shouldn't forget who they are
They shouldn't fall
But they do...
So let's make them new wings.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
These Insufficient Words
PoesíaPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...
