The Broken Winged Bird

Please do keep in mind that most of my writings that I put on here are most likely going to be pieces that I had originally posted on my deviantArt or elsewhere.

I long to be
where the birds sing amongst the billows
and where the luminescent sun 
never sets.

But alas,
I am naught but a fledgling with fractured wings
whose faulted attempts at flying
have led to my demise.

In my nest I see
shattered fragments
portraying, mocking
the lost lives of my kind.

And yet, those shards
oh so hauntingly reminiscent
remind me of who could no longer
and the potential to be.

So I stretch my broken wings
and look to the sky
but only to find myself
back to this world of dementia I suffer from,
reality.

Reviews

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

I read your profile. If you're so young how do you have such insight.
These poems are so good.
Continue to write and I'm sure you have a future.
Clive.

[Star]

Thank you so much for the feedback. I honestly have no clue; I just get an idea going, and words flow out from my head to the paper.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Then just keep writing your thoughts. I can't wait to read more.

[smashinhonest]

Ok this is cool. I might start reading poems.

[Star]

Thank you, I'm glad to hear.