My wings beat against the storm that raged that night
A night that left me lost and without heart to fly
I raged against the theft of my heart
My wings shattered on the rocky slopes of emotion
Now grounded by mistakes of lust and rage
Here I sit alone, again my reckless rage taken hold
Refusing to release my mind from the torment of loss
With time, my wings are almost healed
The rage still stirs, and the winds still strong
I must wait longer before I am free, finally
Of the Rage
Of the Pain
I look up from my hellish world to a sky, blue and full
In my hands are the pages of pain I never sent
The words on them will never find you
Because you never found me
The past month has been one strong with emotions and pain. I've lost, remembered loss and lost again. Currently contemplating moving back to California from Oregon. I'll make a decision after summer comes and goes.