Tied by chains, she pulled herself.
The sky grew dark.
The wind howled.
The leaves rustled.
It wasn’t less than a nightmare.
She couldn’t fly anymore.
They broke her wing,
Took her flight away, took her heart away.
She was trapped,
Bound by chains.
There stood a girl with a broken wing
And a broken dream.
The storm raged,
Scattered every single piece of her.
She screamed. She cried.
Her eyes burned.
But, they flew right past her.
Bound by the chains,
She was the girl with a broken wing.
P.S. This is my first poem after two years. I apologise for any mistake.I have completely lost the skills to write anyway. So trying to get back on track, I start up with this.
I have connected a lot with this poem. Just thought of sharing this.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.