As I opened my eyes I began to fall
In slow motion I began to stall, as If these lessons weren't broken
Black wings barely attached with the feathers off like broken handled bars, my heart had soaked in
Left reasons from reality like a suicide when the letter wrote, all has been spoken
Couldn't treasure the memories they remained locked within, so life played distortions
Played its part up to bat with a smile that faked emotions
Too ill to speak and too hurt to speak, the only truth was was a cracked foundation
Lost in despair of what he couldn't bear the weight of chains was a reflected mirror
The sounds of pain are like a simple flute that rings with calamity as it bathes in distant fumes
About the Creator
Ruben Gonzales
I write for poetry, for life, to take one's understanding so much deeper then that they know of. I tell the stories with a meaning thats beyond with a feeling that will pull you in.
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