Falling
This is a poem about my life so far! I hope you like it, and I hope you get the symbolic meaning it has in it! :3
My book is chained
My eyes crying a thunderstorm of tears
Black tears
I lay in chains
My wings ripped and blood-stained
Stripped from their pride
But I'm not
People look at me in disgust
Ha! I say
They know not of my past
Others do
But treat it like trash
I fall from where I birth
I fall from what I've done
I fall into my grave
Through the filth and dirt
My pure angel wings
Turn to torn bat wings
My pure clothing
Turns to what I truly am
Turns to what others can never be
Turns to what others can never be
My eyes crying a thunderstorm of tears
Black tears
I lay in chains
My wings ripped and blood-stained
Stripped from their pride
But I'm not
People look at me in disgust
Ha! I say
They know not of my past
Others do
But treat it like trash
I fall from where I birth
I fall from what I've done
I fall into my grave
Through the filth and dirt
My pure angel wings
Turn to torn bat wings
My pure clothing
Turns to what I truly am
Turns to what others can never be
Turns to what others can never be
1 Comment
Passionate and truthful, terrible how some others tend to be complete moronic bullys. Rude cruel heartless beings who've quite fancy hurting others with horrid miserable pranks and so on which only forces upon depressed feeling as explained in this expressive poem.