Philip Caldwell

Rookie (December 21,1989 - still alive)

Broken Wings - Poem by Philip Caldwell

Falling from the heavens,
weary the angel sings.
Flying up I can not,
curse these broken wings.
Maimed the feathers are,
painful the bullet volley.
Icarus bears his name,
tells of our great folly.

Mistakes I have made,
I mourn his Majesty.
Reap what I have sown,
the trends of tragedy.
Time was lost,
but time well spent.
Heaven is gone now,
forgetfulness to repent.

Punished I am,
My Wings are shattered.
Hades here I come,
drowned in demonic laughter.
Punished I am,
for my insurrection.
Back to the darkness,
I, the flawed perfection.

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  • (3/31/2008 7:24:00 PM)

    I liked this poem, I think it actually touched me! Keep writing!
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 27, 2008

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