Wings, breaking

When innocence and beauty is stolen from you.

Once upon a time

A girl did soar

Freedom of an eagle

Fierce as a lion’s roar

 

But hands from beneath

Reached up, attacked

And the girl was pulled down

No time to react

 

Before taking flight

The hands brutally tore

Shredding her freedom

Cutting off her roar

 

The girl cried out

But it was too late

Her life had been stolen

By a horrid fate

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was eight, heads up.

Reviews

[Riddhi]

It is really a very nice poem...you said that you wrote this poem when you was just eight...what should i say...i have never seen anyone writing such beautiful poem at such a tender age .....and that too the idea , how did that knocked your mind at the age of eight....Its awesome , fantastic , mindblowing , brilliant ....every word is small for writing such a poem at the age of eight.....hats off to you...if you can write such a nice poem at such a tender age then now i am having great hopes for you and your next writing...
I hope you will fulfill them...
Very , Very , Very eager to read your next writing...
Keep on writing and thanks for sharing....
take care
riddhi