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Original Poem | Broken Wings
Broken Wings Never doing the right thing Because I keep forgetting That my wings Are broken Always convincing everyone it’s okay Because I keep thinking That not rising from the ashes Clashes with all the advances I’ve made I used to fly to forget What do I do now that these wings Will collect every…
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Original Poem | overflowing
overflowing White hot tears Dripping down. Overflowing, Overpowering. When silence Is the only sound to be heard for Months, And then everything Comes crashing, Crashing, Down, Like before. The anger ripples in waves Sucking the joy, And carefree, And calm, Out in a single violent breeze. Can’t you see, Before you strike me down, That…
