Broken wingsA Poem by Eric Zavala
My wings won't take me where I need to go
But let's get on with the show With my broken wings I collapse I don't want to start to relapse Can a fallen angel change his ways? Or will I stay dark for the rest of my days? Is there a way I can fix what I have done? Or has my sorrows only begun? With my broken wings I'm stuck down here only to live in my only fear the things I see with my these eyes Makes me wish I could roam the sky's Where I could live in heaven And have my wings 24/7 I face some dark dreams Of people and there silent screams With my eyes closed and on my back I can hear the sound of thunder crack With my broken wing I have to walk Though all the bullshit they have to talk With my broken wings I cry With my broken wings I try To change why have been done To Change what I have become With my broken wings I survive my broken wings are my inspiration to strive © 2014 Eric Zavala |
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Added on March 29, 2014 Last Updated on March 29, 2014 AuthorEric ZavalaLa habra , CAAboutI'm 17 I love to write about the way I feel and the things I think about more..Writing
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