i want to fly,
but everytime i try,
i fall,
my pain,
my blood,
wings ripped from my grasp,
held in front of my face,
testing my strength,
i reach for them not thinking,
i turn my head,
one single thought,
i grab for the razor instead,
the wings disapear,
replaced with horns,
i let the blood flow,
a rainbow,
appears before my eyes,
i let the tears go,
while the blood flows,
all because of what i thought i seen,
wanting to fly with Angels' wings.
This is a very dark and surreal poem, no doubt appealing to your emo sensabilities. You have an extreme taste as It is an extreme style of writing. A style that I find interesting to read.10/10
good poetry.........though............. no blood.... good poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This the second such poem i hav read both being very similar and tht poet(my friend) i guess at tht time, when she wrote it, was in the same sitution as u....but gradualy she has let go it........so i would say if she can then surely u can too.... ;) Anyways the poem is well written