I close my eyes
And fit between each note
In your soft melody
I float between realities
But when the song ends
So do I
I lose my grip on the endless blue
That I once called my own
I shatter
Each feather
Each memory
Fragile and delicate
Like ice
Porcelain
Glass Broken
Still hopelessly caught in your twisted game
That no one ever wins
That I can never win
This horrific maze that I myself
Had helped to weave
Did I ever fly?
Or was it just a dream?
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Submission Name: Flight
