I'll be Flying Again

Crazy guy thinks he can fly, dies. Yeah.

I'd never flown before so I thought I'd give it a try,

spread my blood red wings,

hope that I don't die.

The cliff face rises fast,

as my wings, losing their feathers, flap

The glue on the twigs is coming undone

my wings crumble, leaving one feather, one.

I pluck it from my shoulder, and stare at the shiny red on it.

As I plummet to my death,

I blow my out breath

to dry my blood.

Soon I reach the ground,

I break into a grin

knowing that soon,

I'll be flying again.

Author's Note

reviews please :)

Reviews

[emman]

I liked the last stanza so much..keep writing..this is beautiful :)

[shanara renee]

It seems like i can relate to your writing...nice job