concrete wings
never leave the ground
the troubled angel
is never found
never return home
lost and alone
the wind is turning cold
they left you, disown
heartbeats decrease
your life you can't spare
weak bones, your unable to sustain
you no longer have air
great write... 'concrete wings never leave the ground'... very true... and you get that when you never ask for it...but there's nothing to worry about - at least you can see the twisted truth and laugh at it...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice format and lends itself well to the reading of this poem. You do well to think up new combinations of words (concrete wings, concrete airs) instead of relying on already used metaphors.