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Apr 2016
Dear friend don't look for me after this fall
I tried to fly, broken wings and all
There for just a min I got to fly
Way up there in the brilliant blue sky
But just like Icarus I flew to close to the sun
I was at long last having fun
I was in love with the warmth, the glow
The light blinded me, I didn't know which way to go

So it seems I just flew higher
Knowing full well the plunge would be dire
But I had to feel the wind once more
Before I was washed up on that rocky shore

But now comes the uncontrolled decent
For I have found nothing is heaven sent
It all comes from the dark side
The demons love to watch the drop, the slide
They love to hear the heart change pace
The look of desperation on my face
As I plunge from what I thought was God's grace
But it's always just an illusion from my fellow race

Thinking someone likes me, and can hear my plea
Thinking someone truly loves me, and can see
It always ends way to suddenly, demon sent atrocities
They always seem to be

So I made my broken wings work
One last time, with one last ****
I wasn't disappointed
The union was not anointed
I knew the end was near
The bells tolling I could hear
But I ignored it and climbed higher skyward
I know I will be nothing in this life but a byword
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
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