Twisted Trail to the Wings

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Sorrow prepares you for joy. Goodbyes hurt the most when the story is not finished memory poster with an open book's pages blown by the wind.

Submitted: February 27, 2018

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The sky broke into a thousand pieces striking my soul with such a precise shot. I can feel my heart beating slowly, throbbing while the candles begin to extinguish. While I stand outside, I am begging to feel the rain wash away my tears while I desperately try to stitch the falling leaves in time. 
 
Maybe … maybe this is all a dream. Sorry, the day is ending and I am here with no absolution. The city where we made the last of our memories has a new look; paused in disbelief and frozen in time. The day is ending; I am lifeless, cold and isolated. 
 
Sorry, my heart is hurting. I must shout! Sorry, my heart is hurting! Everything is upside down and it feels as if lightning stroked twice. The wind whispers softly, listen how it lies and says that those gray clouds play a pretend game of sunny scenery. 
 
The shadows are lurking; they will find a way to beat my soul. I live with no life and die each hour that is passing. Sorry, sorry my heart is hurting. Even if our story stalls in limbo, everything will align and be just fine.
 
Behind the hurricane there is a pair of wings waiting. Reach, touch the sky. The first surreal touch of complexity, turning the motor on and blasts the light away. 
 
Maybe … maybe this is all a dream. Sorry, sorry my heart is hurting.


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