Broken Wings
broken wings
i sorrow for those in the shadow
... the dark, vindictive shadow
of my broken wings
inherent they may be born
or innate for those to see
... these shadows are at war,
combatants in my mind,
never at peace,
a hollow well that forever echoes
foreboding
as a tumbleweed stretches
the dessert floor aimlessly
... a bird since cries normalacy,
leaving it's lone branch
flying with the flock
and breaking bread
but it's broken
... it's broken wings
are forever holding him down
4/13/17
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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