Speaking in silence, free not to fly,
Dying to live, or living to die.
Each second sinking in suffocation,
Diving in depression's destruction.
The air around has frozen,
For this, was I chosen?
Sharon Mathew
YOU ARE READING
Feather Quill
PoetryHighest rank #25 in Poetry #1 in Poetess #1 in Revolting #3 in Motivational What is poetry? "The Crown of literature is poetry" - W Somerset Maugham It's letting out your spirit.. Giving them the wings of words and let...
