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What should I do?

You can’t fly with broken wings.

I know this, I’ve tried.

Why did you do this?

Break my fragile wings.

Making me a slave of the ground.

How can you do this?

Hurt me with mo remorse?

Not even a sorry, or comfort.

The pain that torments me

Being stuck here

Where I can never be free.

Broken wings,

Broken heart,

Broken soul.

I need to find love,

To help me mend,

And heal these useless wings.

Only then can I be free,

And lift myself to the sky

And find peace once more.

Keyword: Broken Wings

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Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-04-26 19:01:28 .... wings are meant for flying. good poem. + Report this comment
Posted by lobiva nadha 2008-04-27 01:38:42 .... nice + Report this comment
Posted by Egoist 2008-05-06 17:54:26 .... Very understandable. I hope it's not being broken on the wheel rather. I feel as though, if man had wings, we would take too many things for granted, and always end up breaking our chance. Nice poem. + Report this comment

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