Clipped Wings - Poem by Emily Ecstacy
I wish I could fly,
Just fly away.
For all my debts the world would pay.
Clip the wings that help you soar,
Confide in things, they help you hit the floor.
I drift into black,
If you want me then hold me back.
It didn’t have to come to this
But in death itself, is pure bliss.
Take away all my pain as I hold you high
But even then I cannot fly.
You clip my wings that help me soar
So I’ll confide in the things that help me hit the floor.
Don’t try holding me from the dark,
For this suffering, my heart it will mark.
There is no colour, just what we call ecstasy
If only you could inside of me.
Please don’t tell me I’ll be fine
As all my horrors are my lifeline.
As the rain comes down with no hope of stopping
And the sky holds hopes back
Drift, without seeing, slowly into black.
The things she hides inside
I never knew how she could just smile
And act like it was all ok
But inside it was just decay.
Stuck in a circle
Not being able to fight it away.
What we call beauty
Is what is reality’s fake
And that is what keeps her lying awake.
Inside she’s dying,
So sick of crying.
She sees herself where her dreams fly
But all she wants to do is die.
She sees no point in what she is fond
But who is to know what keeps her holding on.
It clouds her thoughts
In all of sorts.
The pain is just pure retort.
For broken dreams and dead memories
With the silent burdens she painfully carries
She wishes she could fly away
But her wings are clipped so she cannot soar
Above our heads and out the door.
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