Wings
Amidst the abyss of silent screams,
Dwells a creature of buried sadness and dreams;
In battered state, still faintly gleams.
Struggling by its diminishing existence,
Drawing desperation like a feeling of limerence,
Aimlessly reaching out to a hope of renaissance.
What the brain forgets, the heart has not.
The time has come for the old dream entrapped.
Basking in the light, it's wings has popped.
