Grounded Bird of Flight

I can't find words

I used to be so good at recycling my emotions,

Printing them on paper, turning them into nothing but written word

I can't hear words, I can only feel them

Hitting me wave and wave at a time 

The relentless pain eroding the carefully composed shell I built around myself

Nothing helps anymore

I used to think that if I found friends, found love, I would be happier

Nothing's changed. 

I climb two stairs only to slip and find myself at the bottom again

I immediately resume my climb, hoping to learn that I should just stay down

When you hit rock bottom, nothing worse can happen

No more pain can be found, no more words can torture me

The bulletholes in my wings keep me grounded, yet I still try to fly

The strain only injures me further

But a grounded bird of flight is as good as dead

So just kill me already.

Reviews

[{A}shley {B}lack @-;-]

It's nice to see you writing again,

Your poem emits the darkness we all feel inside never being good enough not for others but for ourselves

"The bulletholes in my wings keep me grounded, yet I still try to fly" loved this line very powerful a great poem

100/100

[Tim Lion]

:) yeah.

This is really well done. There's a darkness to it....a forfeit of sorts, but the tone has this lovely smartass quality to it. The kind of fiery spirit that taunts death like a charging bull, then sidesteps the big b*****d as it attempts to gore.

so. yeah. I like it. :)

[David Dodsworth]

moving write, live for today we can't change the past, but we can shape the future

[Babe Roxx]

Deep and Dark write...yet a tinge of hope, that you would keep fighting until you do take flight...and that will happen, when you dodge the bullets in life. ;)

Lovely poem.

[Allmax]

We all stare that feeling in the face everyday, You write in a free flowing manner that screams for the reader to pay attention. Each line gives the next a grace of its own. Your talent is great and I am sure will get much better in time...No flaws....Thank you for sharing...

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

I climb two stairs only to slip and find myself at the bottom again
I immediately resume my climb, hoping to learn that I should just stay down
When you hit rock bottom, nothing worse can happen
No more pain can be found, no more words can torture me

........................good writing. You have written with free mood of loving. with wishes.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was a very emotional piece. I could feel the pain within it. I can relate to this piece. It does have a sense of darkness of it. I loved it though. Thanks for sharing. :)

[tekphobik]

Sometimes acts of extremity are required in order to return to flying ability - have you thought about throwing yourself off the largest metaphorical waterfall you can think of? Might force you to spread your wings and fly again. It's really an elegant solution because if you fly, you'll have achieved what you truly desired, and if you just fall, you'll achieve what you thought was the answer since you couldn't fly. Anyway, great piece, it reminds me of one I wrote years ago about purposely jumping off a waterfall that I've been meaning to rewrite.

[Vertigoingnowhere]

wow this is amazing i love this, great job :))) mind checking out some of my stuff? thanks :)

[nicolo]

Unorganized yet free-flowing. This is what free-verse poems are about. Nice Read :)