Soon

Incomplete:
Stripped of my wings
I'm grounded -
Flightless.

The nocturnal void
Cannot compare
To my empty arms.

I sought no release
From your chains
Yet was granted bitter freedom:
No release for the enchanted.

Soon is not yet.

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Well Done! Congrats on your winning poem!

[livspen]

Yes.... very nice. I would have asked "How was it for you?", but I think 'nocturnal void' answers my question.....

[deeps]

This is very well written and very well expressed.