This one is an older poem, yet it means just as much to me today as it did the week I wrote it.
Why am I just standing here
When Darkness turns to fear?
Why are my wings not beating?
When the shadow turns to light
I will not turn in fright
Of the path I'm bleeding
Have I fallen from the sky
Without saying good bye?
Why are these demons feeding
At
My
Mind?
Dedicated to Rowm76, as it was when I first wrote it.
