like a film that protects this earth , your wings are broken , and these are the pieces of you that cannot go home . .
so on tiptoes, this cracked marble does not shatter, and everyone gets to watch you perform , unknowing of the cold truth that you are shackled to ,
like a ballerina in a box that hums a sweet tune —
you still dance , even as the last of your species, even though you are all that you have left.
and even though you have decided that love is a form of betrayal. .
i didn’t know what to title this but my comedy lit class was assigned plato’s the allegory of the cave and i loved it.... this is somewhat a different style (or concept) for me but i hope you still enjoy. this was another poem where I wrote the ending lines before the beginning ha ha. Meaning Is up for interpretation