"entralling" poems
Wings pulled feather by feather
Beautiful bright red turned to grey
Claws meant to grasp life to its fullest filed so that it stays down.
Eyes on each side
Different perspectives
An entralling mind
Yet contained
Consumed by one liking and not loving.
Some day i will be free
Even if my wings come with A halo
I will be free
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 5:16 PM UTC