Out of the Box
Wings of an Angel that are not so white...
Mine are just a little discolored
from what should be right...
I tried to sing but silence stole the stage...
I'm now trapped in a box of
of words without a page...
I will scratch on these walls till it makes some sense...
And then whisper a song until it
tears down the fence...
On the other side I shall stand upright with my pen...
And in the air I will scribe from
where I've been...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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