Misery Lane (Bird Song) Poem by Michelle Asswit
Misery Lane (Bird Song)
What I write is never complex
What I say has little to no affect
I used to believe I would change the world
I guess I was happier when I was a little girl
What I believe is very jaded
My disenchantment isn't faded
And although there's positive things to write
I feel like what I write is never right
I'm not experiencing the positive things
I pity myself for not having wings
So I can easily just fly away
To a dimension where the truth is clear as day
if it feels right to you then its good this poem is very good 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 6:30:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'I pity myself for not having wings' You do have wings... it's called an imagination and the ability to make choices.