My Wings Poem by Minnie Gehrig

I am flying,
my blue wings spread, so far wide they are touching the sun with there tips,
trying to avoid the razor blades of all the smiling princes,
at home in there wicked games of love,
and all the haves and the have nots beating down my carefreesmile until
I am so weighed down by sadness the sun is but a memory,
eclipsed now by that horrible thing
that unnamed sadness
in the dark alleyways of this suicide tendancy
I am begining to think all poets poseess.