Bricks On: Bring down my broken wings

Poem by: Kissmeimgreek

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Old work - but true work

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Submitted: January 13, 2012

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Submitted: January 13, 2012

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I'm so fucking mad

fists on the floor

kicking windows, punching doors;

and screaming till there's nothing left.

Except there's still my life of regrets - and false diginty

that let me spin myself into a bet I gave away willingly

Cause the fight I thought - was not really fighting in me

and the outcome was what it should be,

but not what I want.

So I'm fucking mad

so I have less time to think about how I should be sad.

At the end of the rope

with nothing to grab, nothing to hold

Now there's nothing to do but let go -

and drop into reality.


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Bricks On: Bring down my broken wings

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