My wings are decorated with fancy and delicate,
I look so lovely in your screen of perception.
My wings are clothed in mache of deception,
My wings are an illusion of what I create.
My wings are a necessity for my image.
My wings are my picture and visage.
My wings are a mirror of my creation,
You see what I want you to see.
I soar as the legend of Icarus,
Until the rains of truth fall rigorous.
I am hit with a dose of reality,
It feels like dropping wax on nerve endings,
Bitter rain droplets exposing my paper wings.
I walk on ground exposed and vulnerable,
Looking for a place of refuge for the disabled.
With the fear of rejection and battered wings.
I look for more sheets for my paper wings.
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I love the pattern and way you did your markdown. Keep it up
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Classy that! Some great imagery.
I guess we all have our illusory wings until they’re soaked by the rains of reality.
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Thanks for reading. @deirdywierdy. I will check that out :-)
Cool,love the arrangement ...
Thanks for reading
Lovely poetry.
This is very powerful!
Thanks for appreciating my poem @wandrnrose :-)
You're very welcome.
Really nice poem! I love the last 2 stanzas giving it the perfect ending. : )
Thanks, I do love the solemn and continuous ending also. I'm glad you liked it :-)
Beautiful, true and sad.
Thanks for reading @pixiehunter
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