Oh, for wings to fly away
out of this swamp
out of this hell
wings, I scream
yet my voice drowns...
but maybe
just maybe
one lilting wafting note
of my song
a song for wings
for wings that glide
and dive
and soar
to fly and turn and twist and clime
for wings to fly
out of this hell
will be heard
I say again
GIVE ME WINGS
I hope
I wish
I pray
I dream
i'd die without
so
let
me
fly
out of this hell
and into the sky
Reason for writing:
Well I guess it was that at the time when I wrote this
I was at a time in my life when everything looked hopeless
maybe it's kind of a plea for help, maybe I'm kind of new
at the poetry thing so comments (either good or bad)
would be nice
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