Flight

Iron shackles tie me down,
Grounding me to the torn down norms.
My heart bleeds for the flight,
The chase,
The chance.
Everything about is breaking,
Flight is what my heart should be taking,
But these iron shackles tie me down.
Let me breath,
Let me sing.
I can't do a single thing.
To soar over buildings and though the sky,
Until the very day I die,
Is all I want and all I need.
But here is I sit.
But I need...

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741