The sky gleams a majesty of colors
Its alluring gaze traps me, in the very center of my being
I want to be there, in the sky.
I struggle, I flail, I scream and I shout and cry
But all my might cannot send me there.
What. What does it take? How must I free myself of these shackles?
To be unbound, destroy this anchor?
I am unable to reach the sky
Reality bent me to its will.
I'll watch the sky, as it glitters and shines
As the reddened sun burns an image into the back of my mind
Though I am bound, I can always dream.
And they can never take that away from me.















Comments
Second stanza third line..it bothers me./.it should be something like...
"What does, nay, will it take to free myself from these shackles?"
Then the last stanza needs to be more...YOu change the voicew, but it needs more..
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