Rain...

Crashing overhead and drowning me...

The desire to run burns strong...

To get away...

To go someplace safe...

I would if i had wings.

Quake..

Rumbling and tumbling beneath my feet...

Fear becomes a motivator...

To find a way...

To survive this catstrophe...

But only the birds have wings.

Emotions...

Tumbling and jumbling themselves in my head...

There is a need to organize...

To understand them...

To realize who I am...

My dreams are haunted by wings.

Death...

Surrounding and holding me like an embrace...

Life comes to a close...

To send me home...

To let me find safety...

And at last, I will have wings.