Saturday, May 5, 2012

The Flight of the Damned



We thought we knew right; I doubted it though.
I was at the middle; in between the divide.
My soul stepped out to see it through.
We define our truths and less we care of the life beside.

I started to rebel with all the might I had.
I was deceived, made blind by wicked illusions.
I gave up the battle bowing to the blood fad.
Tormented and maligned, I had to make my confessions.  

Among the fallen, I was chained to the ground.
The subtle clues to the world above, made it hard to go on.
Became so weak to listen to a sound.
I could have crossed many miles yet I waited for them to pinion.

Like shattered glass, my life fell apart.
Every piece that fell, began to reflect the suffering.
Was a casualty of war, within their rampart.
I closed them eyes; listened to the inside bellowing.

I break off with wounds so deep.
I shed those wings to have new ones.
I pick up the pieces, with lots to weep.
I wonder where to begin and I fly so high to the world I own.

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