Clipped wings can't fly
They lack the momentum,the drive
To pound the ground
And reach out to the heavens
Broken wings can't fly I tell you!
They are battered
Bruised beyond repair
While the pain is too great to bear
So they fold in
And in time are frozen
Frozen in the that ,moment of angst
The worst kind,however,
Are caged wings
The power within them
Is akin to the gods
But it's use is restricted
So they just disintegrate
While never knowing
How high they could soar
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
Clipped wings can't fly
They lack the momentum,the drive
To pound the ground
And reach out to the heavens
Broken wings can't fly I tell you!
They are battered
Bruised beyond repair
While the pain is too great to bear
So they fold in
And in time are frozen
Frozen in the that ,moment of angst
The worst kind,however,
Are caged wings
The power within them
Is akin to the gods
But it's use is restricted
So they just disintegrate
While never knowing
How high they could soar
We have so much to offer, but most of the time are too blind to see it. I hope this piece can change that
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