my wings were torn
my wings were torn
my wings are torn
i cannot fly anymore
and as the world collides against the sun
my life will end
and i will see no more
my wings were torn
my wings are torn
i cannot fly anymore
and as the world collides against the sun
my life will end
and i will see no more
There is so much conveyed in your words, @cryptosharon, not just the tragedy we cradle in our rib cages, but the constant pressure put upon us by this world - maintaining our corporeal beings and justifying our existence.
I think you have captured beauty here. sadness, yes, but, in this, true beauty.
Don't forget, sometimes destruction makes the world burn brighter than any star, but also, that you are composed of stardust. The sun is as much a part of you as you it.
I believe in you! You are right, the lost will always find a way.
It's a short post, but deep! Are you feeling alright Sharon? You have been sort of absent in the past few days! Come hang out with us more at the Empire and we'll cheer you up!
hey Sharon, it's a great poem but an sad one...
Why "but"? It's not so uncommon to see great poetry where the emotion conveyed is sadness.
I agree, great poetry and great literature often have that touch of sadness associated with it.
I take back my 'but':
Great poetry, that it made me sad is what makes it great
short but sharp and also holds such sweet tenderness in the few words. it needed nothing more, because there was nothing more to give <3
i think it inspired something in me, now lets wait and see...
Upvoted ☝ Have a great day!
You too
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Great post dear