Wings fluttered there,
under the cotton
skin, behind the
bars your fingers
pressed and pulled.

Wings started flapping
in the waft of air,
that produced breath
where before there
was no room.

Wings flickered so,
the chains were
rattling now, a
moan, a sigh, a
taste of the
sky.

Wings trembled still,
until the spell
was broken, the lock
had given way
and the cage door
flew open.

Hoping for an unseen future,
Is easier than dwelling on an already gone past,
Fear,discouragement,failure;
Are a must..
Each like a pathway,
Either you use them,
Or they wear you out,
One day,
You'll have your breakthrough,
Stay focused.

This is the next movement a new notebook a new feeling some spoken word smooth **** for everybody to vibe and groove with
First allow me to reintroduce myself my name is Neroamee Alucard despite the name if I played football I'd need a c$ck guard
My heart is hard due to pain and rain weighing on Me like an anvil on my brain. My mind is icy like Mr. Freeze with ease I displease myself and defeat all these toy emcees
Gears are grinding like a slow jam let me run this poetic program enough of my sappy bland ******* I gotta speak my mind in rhyme so if you've ever had depression or thought of suicide then pay close attention to this line
It sounds cliche but it's always darkest before the break of day so it may be bad and cold right now but it gets better my friend so put that knife down don't let your story end

It comes when you don't expect it.''

Everyone has at least once in a lifetime a breakthrough.
When that happens they are two more ways that will seek and find you for sure, to make you choose just one of them.

Keeping up your breakthrough,
or Self-destruct it are these two ways to choose from.
The Self-destructive way will always appear glimmery and seem promising for more breakthroughs.

But there only can be one space for the real breakthrough in lifetime you can hold on to.

Like all veins lead to the heart.
Like each individual plant that leads to its root.
Like all fallen leaves with only one journey's end.

To add one more breakthrough to the one you already have,
can lead you right to self-destruction.
So be aware and focused for your next breakthrough cause they won't be many.

How do I look today?
What do you think?

Are we good?

What should I do?
Should I buy this?

Are we good?

Do you like this on me?
Do you think I can do this?

Are we good?

Am I making the right choice?
Are you sure its okay?

Are we good?

When did my entire existence begin to only matter with your approval?

When did my confidence only shine through when you agreed?

When did my life begin to revolve around pleasing you?

The day I lost myself was the day that I met you and I regret that with every day I strive to find myself again now that you are no longer pulling me down.

Am I good?

Yea…I will be the longer you aren’t around…

This isn't the remedial rhythm your grandfather told you he listened to when he was a lad
This rhythm is the sole possessor of unfathomable depths
A melodic perception of what awaits at the steps of cognitive pools
Each bubble coalesces at the apex and pops with a reckless flush
Liquifed sound scatters and turns to dust
You can hear it on your skin
It's slight
But you can almost decipher what that muse was mouthing before you took the dive
Warning: Contents under forever
Sand does not absorb these notes
Infinitesimal grime only shocks and provokes
Until the boiling point is reached
The clock will strike half past infinity before you can even see
Your reflection's hymn ripple across the well of eternity