These Wings

These Wings

A Poem by May D. Flowright

What use are these wings if I'm chained?
What use are these screams if I'm never to be saved?
What use are these tears if I'm to be left feeling drained?
What use is being alive if I can't even escape?

To have wings but to be unable to soar in the sky,
To be breathing but unable to be alive despite all the tries,
To have no one come save you despite all of the cries,
And to be unable to save yourself, to not even have yourself.


© 2017 May D. Flowright



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Omg this is incredible! I love the repetition and the meaning and everything! Keep writing! I love this

Posted 1 Month Ago


The way you have metaphorically explored you're feelings and written this poem is great!! btw totally relatable

Posted 6 Months Ago


Woah. Again it's a unsettling how I specifically relate to this. Love the poem; big fan of the repetition and especially the idea. Please! Write More!

Posted 6 Months Ago


May D. Flowright

6 Months Ago

Thank you :)
I will
I thought each line was repeated for a moment, then realized you are just THAT good... I am a huge fan of this one, seriously... The word switches and ease of breath flow beautifully... I do not know the fancy terms, but your flow landscape is graceful... If all I have is myself, and I can not save myself, no escape or savior... What then will chain me from the cries...
Masterfully penned...

Posted 6 Months Ago


May D. Flowright

6 Months Ago

Thanks for reading it :)
Silente

6 Months Ago

My pleasure

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Added on July 16, 2017
Last Updated on July 16, 2017
Tags: sadness, heartache, trapped