Broken Wings

I am the product, the conception
Of Rage and Love, for some a deception
For the rest, a light from above

I am different, the one and only
Just too diverse, and, forever lonely
Being real, but not the inverse

Chasing after a landscape that doesn’t exist
Defying and struggling to live, I will resist

The one and only, my salvation
Is unique. The procrastination,
Is the scent of a memory

As I said, like emery
I abrade and slowly begin to die
I was made, and then, I fell from the sky

by Brighenti
posted on 02/17/2008