I spread my wings
as i begin to fall
i think of everything
as the voices call
its a long way down
and it hurts really bad
there is no way to hide now
and im surely going mad
i am a fallen angle
and as i hit the ground
my wings get ripped and shattered
and i no longer feel a thing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. A sad phase of life written well.