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The world from above
The world will never be the same.
The things that once happens,
Will haunt you over and over again.
Control and gripping over your heart.
The pain will never ease.
Time can never heal your wound.
No one speak the truth.
Living in denial.
Like a broken mirror,
I trace the cracks.
Seeing the parts and pieces.
And my broken reflection.
Nothing is perfect.
The body; a weapon of destruction.
I spread my wings and fly.
Leaving my broken body behind.
Seeing the world from above.
Viewing of the ghost of their soul,
Born from the lies of their words.
Even with the light from the sun,
Its a gloomy and death-stench world.
A place where danger looms.
That was never my home...
Spread my wings
What a Great Read, this poem has a lot of emotions. I got the image of an spirit with wing floating over an old battle ground. don't ask me why :) either way great poem
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Thank you so much :D i hope you enjoy my poem :D