The Broken Wings

154 9 3
                                    

Empty,I lay broken deep inside,
The ocean of tears,attempt to hide.
Blurred,the picturesque of existence,
Shattered by the memories ,resistance.
Motionless,the melancholy darkened me,
Tearing me apart,the shadows of agony.
Alas,the spell that cast upon me,
Robbed and convicted me of the felony.
The ray of hope,thousand miles away,
Swept away treacherously by the Bay.
Striving,Battling the abode of misery,
Forbearance,I held biding by mercy.
Embodiment of delight I had been,
Seizing the moments that I have seen.
Surrendering the triumph around,
Hapless I waited to be found.
Unable to repair,unable to move,
None shall I wait,none shall I approve.
Moments I had ,lost far  in infinity,
Washed away,the gestures of profanity.
Fiercely,my wings burnt into ashes,
Reborn,as the order of the nature lashes.
I emerged powerful like the Phoenix,
Ripping the antiquated,rose a new helix.
Embracing the signs of revival and strength,
For the greatest bounty,my intellectual health.

The lost soulWhere stories live. Discover now