Broken Wings

Sunday, February 19, 2012 0 Comments

Wings clipped, I try to fly,

Dragged down even as I try.

I wish to go beyond the bounds,

To get a glimpse of those grounds.

Too many strings surround me,

Holding me tight and refuse to free.

Fear is the feel, I most fear,

Relief is something yet to appear.

Waiting! not very patient,

At the end things should be pleasant.

Life's another blind turn,

Waiting! now adjourned.


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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