The Poet Sky

On the ground I lie my wings, broken and bloody My flame is going out as I let the darkness take me

I love that you remember all of your mistakes and can’t stand to see them

I don’t mean to run But I’m about to collapse and if I’m going to fall apart I’d rather be with friends

I’m falling apart moments from tears but I will still find the strength for a smile

Dread rakes its claws through my brain Sowing the seeds of doubt Spreading terror through my mind reminding me that I don’t deserve this

I know I can tell you over and over again that you are enough for me

We’ve seen what happens when people are so scared of what’s different, of what they don’t understand that they feel that the only way to deal with it is to turn to violence

One voice is small barely audible, practically invisible so when one voice speaks out it’s easy to ignore

I used to believe that I was ephemeral so full of doubt I was certain I was invisible

I come up here and start speaking all these thoughts in my head leaking I try to express how I feel sometimes wondering which of it’s real