Winged Walker
winged friend,
clipped and chained,
shivered and ached,
when it rained,
with rust and blood,
smeared on white,
wicked thoughts,
start the fight,
when they can't sleep,
they run away,
feeling safe,
in light of day,
but they don't know,
that i can see,
which emotions,
will set them free.
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2011
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