Cryptic Wings - Poem by Razorblade Kiss
Yearning for something I could never achieve,
A distant thought on a transparent stream,
I chased fantasies with frailty for wings,
Tattered and weakened, I crawl forth and dream.
With damaged wings, I try to soar,
Reach out and touch the delusions of tomorrow,
Only to find my heart weighed with forlorn,
And the enthrallment tugging at my sorrow.
Trying to hold on to a wish inconceivable,
My wings have been clipped, my soul irreplaceable,
As it turns feral and threatens to take me,
My body, these shackles refuse to release.
I am following a voiced whisper in a gale,
Never to ascend, destined to fail,
Never to take flight with these cryptic wings,
For my sorrowful heart confinds me.
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