My life is a wingless angel,
Grounded, stuck in this place;
Surrounded by a sudden arms race.
My life is a wingless angel.1
It happens in a way,
Surreal;
The way they make me feel.
Don’t make me stay.2
Way away with me today,
We will leave this place of forced fate,
Of malice and hate.
There IS a way away with me today.3
Leave behind their suppression,
Leave behind their law and rule,
All their ridicule.
Leave them behind in my regression.
Author notes
No real structure in this one, just mainly focusing on poetic techniques and even failed at that so I wouldn't worry too much about this one if I were you.
T.
Comments
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Haha, I'm no better at poetry form. That's why I just don't care about form or anything most of the time. Great ideas with this poem! I epsecially liked the last stanza. Keep up the great work! -Liz
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