Broken.... Poem by Heather Taylor

Broken....



my wings are broken and

i can no longer fly

i can almost remember

the smell of the sky

the taste of the rain

and warmth of the sun

everything ends with

the squeezed trigger

of just one gun

thoughts and feelings

from me were drained

and cleansed away

last time it rained

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