Heavy Wings
Lonely birds of our time
Took off from the tarted lands
of narcissism and neglect alike
Flapping wings to no rhyme
Struggle over the low grounds
In depravity and high self spite
When the mountains rise high
The cheery lot from nice homes
Put their merry hearts in it and fly
Lonely birds dread the climb
For their souls are scared and hearts beat up
And bearly hold any life
Copyright © Wingless Moth | Year Posted 2019
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