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BROKEN WINGS


BROKEN WINGS


It happens a lot, It always seems to go on, 
My mind rocks back to painful times, 
All I can do is cry.
I see the clouds parting, skies opening
I can see Dark Angel emerge from the gray clouds.

I hear him calling out my name
Oh, how I feel so ashamed, 
I am feeling more pains, 
It is starting to rain, 
My fingers are griping the wet ground.

I could feel the wet dirt turning into mud as it liquify
slipping through my fingers.
I'm losing control, I'm feeling faint.
My soul is laying in puddles, 
while the rain is pouring heavy down on me.

I'm broken this anyone could see.
My heart is shattered in billions of pieces
my blood is pouring out like ink.
My body feels it is relapsing.
While my scars are somehow fading.

Dark Angel deceivingly welcoming me into his world.
Extending his angelic black wings 
wrapping around me, comforting embrace.
He isn't releasing his grip, 
I feel now a broken hip.
Because he is dragging me to his darkness below.

I'm horrified, I'm broken, I'm screaming, 
But no one could hear me. 
Soon all my scars that was fading
Open up all over again. 

They are no longer invisible.
All my pains from my broken past, 
started making its way back fast.
I feel the pains rushing in my veins like poison.

Dark Angel chained me in a cold dungeon, 
Soon he started whispering he anger to me, 
he is letting me know he is in full control, 
I am forever trapped into darken dreams.

He has broken my beautiful wings.
so I could never fly away from this darken place, 
I'm broken very deep within, 
This old pain will always remain.


Poetic Judy Emery © 1984
Copyright © Judy Emery| Year Posted 1984
 
©All Rights Reserved

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