You, renegade,
have no wings to soar.
You can’t live the present,
your soul is flying
with no defense,
to reach something you don’t know yet.
Echoes whisper you to fall,
everyone’s to blame,
wreck it all.
There’s a forsaken house
far away
behind the dark wood,
waiting for you.
No wings,
no flights,
just run on a forgotten trail.
I planted some trees
you can climb
to see the world.
I seeded the bulbs
of an endless lie.
3 Comments
In every your poem I can really recognise myself, it’s just incredible how they can touch my heart. I’m looking forward for the next one!
Amazing poem! I’m scared of the uknown,what do you thing?Do you think it’s exciting going towards something we can’t predict?
Deeply beautiful, thanks for sharing!