PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Spirited,

Born with wings.

I could never fly.

I’ll learn

I’ll practice

I’ll fail.



Perch me upon a tower

I’ll sit

I’ll look

I’ll wail.



Or will I?

Won’t I?



I’ll hide it

Conceal it from

My own eyes

-no yours.



I’ll always see it there

Taunting me

-Temperamental child



Smell the roses

Sip from the cup

It’s all there for us

To see

-but me.



I’ll never let you see it

The pain I hide within

I’ll never let you feel it

That love I call a sin



Do I?

Is it me?



No it’s them

They who cast the words

They who beat the child

And drown the pups



They who ridicule

And mock me



They are lonely

In demise.



All lonely

All but me.



I have your love

Sinful or not

It’s godsend

By me

It’s free!