Fly

Sweet dreams my child

Those were the last words he heard

Before everything went dark

 

So influnced by the world around

Depressed about the uncontrollable 

And dreams a thing of the past

 

This state was long and taxing

And lasted many years

But it has been broken

 

He learned to

Spread his wings

Puff out his chest

 

And just fly

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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