by Angel Edwards

Created on: August 27, 2008

It's happening, to me.
The end of the world seems more possible.
Her wings have broken,
Yet mine have grown.

He holds her down,
Love is her trap.
Crushing her wings
She does not fight back.

Yet I no longer have that trap.
I am free.
Free.
Free at last.

Freedom; Excitement,
Amazement, Adrenalin,
The rush, then leads to fear.
Shock.
Shock.
Emptiness.
No one there to protect you now.

Alone in this emptiness.
This dark expanse of space.
Who will catch the bird when it falls?

Maybe this freedom is not freedom at all.

Wings turn to fire
All life flees.
Longing for the rope
To pull them from their knees.

Why, oh why, must I now fly?
Freedom leads to nothing.
But bars change to hands.

No hands reach out to me.

My world, is empty.

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