Saturday, November 08, 2008

A labored flight..
Wings of lead
Something holds me down
Gnaws at my back
These wings are not mine
They will not take me
They give only hope
Not the freedom I desire.

I wish upon a star.

I see it fall away

I wish again…

maybe the shooting star

takes my wish to the great heavens

I see it crash…

Right beside my feet

I wince

The splinters pierce my flesh

Was that my wish

To feel something