Burned wings...

Burned wings 

Burned sorrow

I can't fly over the ruins

they will be dust tomorrow

The wind can't carry my weight

for the air is full of sin

 suffocating 

my very existence 

Fire in your hands

laid a scar on the white of my feathers

I now bare a mark

heaven has an ending

clouds can't protect me anymore

the sun hurts

Burned wings

Burned sorrow

There will be no day after tomorrow..

Author's Note

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Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A very catchy poem... it really makes me think of when innocence is first lost and it feels like the world has fallen apart.

[EMF]

Heartbreaking. So well handled, crafted, yet hard to write the review because it has such impact. It grabs your guts and twists hard. A straightforward piece that leaves no nerve un prodded with a stick.