Sunday, July 11, 2004

Flight

In an age of wingless angels,
take my hand,
and lift me from desolation.
Broken wings abound,
shattered dreams around.
I lost my wings,
to sadness and desperation,
in an endless battle,
of colours,
of shades of grey and white.
They took away my sight,
visions of colours,
for i no longer see,
and i no longer fly.