I Write Poetry On black wings of change held many mysteries. Colors dug so deep All the...

The black wings of change forever remain the same,
Caught in a spiral, so many thoughts remain, which one can not tame,

Secrets from within nobody else could know,
The claws of the raven dragging one to and fro,

My thoughts cemented within me,
Unable to break free,

Secrets forever locked away, kept at bay,

Unable to find the light, Locked away and unable to ever take flight,

Just left without a morning and forever stuck within the darkness of night.

Drewman · 46-50, M

Ok, I have to admit because you said you werent going to write anymore it made me intrigued.

It is interesting you choose "black wings"...it kind of signifies in folklore that even though we have impurities we can still fly.

You have a real talent for writing and would encourage you to do this more. I loved this, really made me think.