Sorrowfully
I am, who I should be
That's all the world can ask of me
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 1:17 AM UTC
The warning call sounds
I dust off my wings
The cries grow ever louder
I gather my wits
Better to be present after all
When the lightning hits
It strikes fiercely
Burning my coat
The white becomes tainted
Not yet, my soul stands tall
It has seen the storm before
Basked in its wake
While it plotted, for a new family to take
I fan my white wings
Chaos still rings
It has been so long
Since I was able to sing
Able to fly and be free
As free as I wish to be
One day, I'll be free from the storm
Live my life in all its glory
For now, I keep my calm
Lead the hoards apart
As I wish, they had never start
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
The tears flow freely as I remember
Remember all the words said
The casual I hate yous
The kicks and punches
Yet when I stand up again
It happens again
Blow after blow
My once fiery soul
Now has a hole
Caused by someone shocking
Who I never thought would do it
While I try to pull myself through it
Thinking of why
They must have a reason
Yet I continue to draw blanks
Yet I think I’ve done something wrong
They don’t do it to anyone else
I should matter to them
Shouldn’t I?
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 1:01 AM UTC