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?
This poem gives a heavy feeling of melancholy, and is stunning with how visual you've made it to be. It's brought back sad memories, but it was an intense pleasure to read. Emotions were put into words how I never expected they would be able to. Keep up the great work, you're an amazing writer. (Thumbs up.)
Submission Name: Flight
