Feathers RentA Poem by Tales From the Mad Cafe
Wings rent and torn
Restricted from flight So instead I walk By day and by night The Earth my prison For Heaven forsakes My love turned to ash Burned by my mistakes I seek no redemption My defiance too great Penance is a heavy heart Dragging me with its weight So I bind the feathers tightly Yet it is useless to try Wings are delicate things And once broken refuse to fly © 2011 Tales From the Mad Cafe |
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Added on April 21, 2011 Last Updated on April 21, 2011 Author
Tales From the Mad CafeAbout"I need no Harvard-bred shrink- my therapy is my verse...." This is a collection of odds and ends, finished and unfinished, short, long, wide, and tall tales. All are written by me, Lilith, and .. more..Writing
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