WingsA Poem by Damien Ridge A story of self, a song for me. It's hard to pronounce right, it keeps coming out wrong Believe the inner child when it speaks, seek Breathe deep when you reach peace, leap It's not a ledge, it's an airstrip But you said in your head that you can't bare it Who cares if you can't stand it, you cherish your fam's hand Just stand clear of the landing Stampede in to battle Retreat, enemies leave and their battered At least defeat each of your bad thoughts That's not a big reach, take the ladder Man up, no just be who you are now With a reason to keep speaking, go talk now Walk farther than fathers of fathers, daughters of mothers Brothers of daughters and daughter's of brothers Got caught up in living everyday like it was my last It would never change, just patterns Ever rearranging, how to put the things in place that matter Just madness How could this happen, act quick, magic Cast it, establish any single way I can manage to grab it I'm just barely able to grasp it Unstable, unmanaged Capable of only what I'm focused on If hope is gone, I'm holding on the rope Slowly going down the only route I know Those that know me know I sold my soul for the sickness It's sickening, I said I'm sinking In a sea full of symphonies Memories of melodies, so mellow and deep Send me to a heaven so free, regret is no thing I'm better if me is bettering me In bed with the feeling of set in a dream I'm set to release ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- My wings unfold, they take me high I'd keep you warm and cold at the same time Fly Wind on our face, scenery amazing Breathtaking, but wait, seem to be escaping Just save me from taking another pill Or a way to remain sane, am I crazy? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's like I open up a door Standing in the frame I look at what's before me I'm sorry if I never look back at the past after the fact Casting a shadow at that There's an illumination that saved me Sick of playing all the games I bet you're sick of saying the same things Kid complaining there for days I'm containing all my anger and saving it for a way out Of a state where I'm in danger and dangling by a thread count Need strength now Everything it takes now Not escape, let's make every single face proud In the way are mistakes, never break down On another train, am I crazy or sane? How do I spread these broken wings I've reached the ceiling and the room is squeezing me I need the freedom and I need the room to breathe I can see the sea underneath the moon This kingdom Got caught up in living everyday like it was my last It would never change, just patterns Ever rearranging, how to put the things in place that matter Just madness How could this happen, act quick, magic Cast it, establish any single way I can manage to grab it I'm just barely able to grasp it Unstable, unmanaged Capable of only what I'm focused on If hope is gone, I'm holding on the rope Slowly going down the only route I know Those that know me know I sold my soul for the sickness It's sickening, I said I'm sinking In a sea full of symphonies Memories of melodies, so mellow and deep Send me to a heaven so free, regret is no thing I'm better if me is bettering me In bed with the feeling of set in a dream I'm set to release © 2016 Damien RidgeAuthor's Note
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