Broken Wings Poem by Michelle Candelaria

The leaves will keep on falling
And the sun will still set
No matter how hard we try
To fight the system of the broken

Though the air will continue
To soothe the aching nerves
And the cool breeze
Will numb every feeling
The fall would still be painful
As a heart made of stone
Was hit by a gentle wind
And broken into pieces

The leaves will soon dry
And the sun’ll rise again
But no sign will be left
That once
There was a mad man
Lying restless on the ground