My wings are not broken
They were clipped so that I couldn't leave,
My legs are shackled
So that I couldn't walk away.
My eyes have been blinded
So that I couldn't see what was never there
The love I thought we had
It was never there, it never existed.
No need to say goodbye
For I may be here but I have long been gone
I have fought for my freedom
And the day is done.
4/1/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem