Paper Wings

We all try to fly with our paper wings.

We all fall and feel the sting.

Our lives unravel like a string.

We don’t know why, we just search for the things that make us high.

We deny and we lie but in the end we all comply.

We all long for that feeling to not feel at all.

Making us into plastic dolls.

Becoming another forgotten name scribbled on the wall.

A lifelong wait for a hospital stay.

Death is the predator and we’re the prey.

There will come a day when our corpses decay.

Throw away the dreams and smiles.

Food for the vile.

We’re the song that no one sings.

Longing to poison the king.

Choking on the wedding ring.

We all try to fly with our paper wings.

Reviews

[Bear]

I commented earlier on a poem where they had three sound alike words in one line and it hindered the flow and here you go and have three sound alike words in the fifth line. The difference between the two is that here "We deny and we lie but in the end we all comply" it is written to counter the much longer line just before. So it is read with the same timing and meter as a line with more words which is a nice touch. This would be a great poem to hear at a live poetry read, the strong dramatic lines that lets you put a lot of feelings into them would have people hanging on every line, well done, I loved it.

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sometimes we have unrealistic dreams and if we become obsessed with trying to reach them with our paper wings then, yes, we will always fall and it will hurt us... we will become candidates for those hospital beds; we will become prey for death's eager hands... such a sad line: 'we are the song the no one sings" - such a lonely line... great writing, Twiggy!