Posted in 2014, poetry, Writing

Bloody Wings

My wings have been bloodied,

The pure feathers beaten and broken.

These wings cannot hold me,

But I must try.

With bloody wings I will fly,

Up into the clouds, and beyond.

With these bloody wings

I will touch the stars,

And if I shall fall,

Then I will fall into the gentle sea.

I may never fly again,

But this is the one flight that matters.

My flight with my bloody wings.

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