I started writing poetry again a little less than a year ago. When I did, this was the first poem I wrote.
The Pain of Growing Wings
Andrew [1938S
I started writing poetry again a little less than a year ago. When I did, this was the first poem I wrote.
The Pain of Growing Wings
Andrew [1938Superman]
Have you ever woken up and felt like dying?
Unable to feel the warmth of the sun.
Only it`s burn.
Unable to taste the food.
Until it has rotted.
Unable to smell the flowers.
Until they are dead.
I have walked that terrible road.
Unsure of where I was going.
Cold and alone in a darkness that only gets darker.
Sometimes it hurts just to be alive.
Have you ever woken up and felt like living?
Able the feel the love that the world shoots in every direction.
Until you feel you may burst.
Able to see the world and it`s people for their true beauty and potential.
And you realize nothing is impossible.
Able to see life is not meaningless.
And you resolve to do something meaningful with yours.
I walk that wonderful road.
Unsure of where I am going.
Warm and secure in a place where the light shines
brighter every moment.
Sometimes it`s great to be alive.
And out of all this comes the question.
How will I feel the next time I wake up?
I`ll let you know tomorrow.
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