Clipped Wings

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Just an inside look into my mind.

Submitted: September 08, 2016

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Submitted: September 08, 2016



I was flying high,

I was in the sky,

Never looking down,

For I'm afraid of heights.


My wings they were once full,

But they have been shedding,

From all the times that I thought people were caring,

But instead were just accepting.


I am falling the long way down,

My wings don't work anymore,

For they have been chipped,

But over all they have been clipped.


I wish I could understand life,

But life is complicated,

Just as life should be,

And just how life will always be.


My wings were once white,

But they have turned black,

Black as a coal colored night,

And I am losing a fight.


Maybe I should join my sisters,

The ones that have gone and passed,

Because maybe they will be more interested,

In my life, the fucked up mess.


So I need the help of many,

And the rejection of few,

For my life's been turned over,

This only some people knew.


I might take a sip,

Might take one or two hits,

Maybe it'll dull the pain,

Of my wings that have been clipped. 



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