Bladed Wings

just a poem i wrote, i was inspired by a photograph.

Curse these bladed wings, I try to fly but they still sting.

They drag me down and cut my skin, they show me who I am within.

These blades they burn, they cut, they twist.

Apart of me I will never miss.

The silver tarnished, broke and worn.

They burn unto me, I feel no more.

My skin is blackened, sore and bruised, they poke and prod,

my back-bones loose, it bleeds, I scream, I curse, I fall.

now I know what its like to loose it all.

Author's Note

Tell me what you think?
if you see anything wrong tell me, please and thank you. :]

Reviews

[Miss Marie Riorden.]

That's just deep. Totally. I like the first line tho. That just gets to me. "I Try to fly but they still sting."
The only thing I see wroong is in the 5th line "Apart of me" should be "A part of me" (:

-Marie-

[OliviaTheElf]

Dude that's awesome. Your mom should post that one poem she wrote on here too.