Unlucky Bindings
Falling
from that great height
Down and
down
over well-known waters
where jagged rocks gleam.
What good are broken wings
to a victim of gravity
and it's heavy grasp upon
blindfolded souls?
Witness that form
spiraling in the atmosphere
like a rouge ballet, as
Porcelain feathers abandon
unlucky bindings.
Yes. Falling.
Down and
down
those wings cannot soar--
Foolish Heart
What did you leap for?
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PoetryBook One: ~Romanticism~ An anthology of poems I worked on for a poetry class. They are reflective of how one feels when the heart and mind become entangled. Book Two: ~About~ Another collection of poetry that illuminates and explores the definitio...
