Wings

my dead wings flapping in the breeze my dead eyes staring out to a baren world. my dead soul flutters about my dead wings now lay on the ground. i step upon them with my dead legs im dead on the inside spreading to teh outside i silently cry blackened tears from one dead eye. in teh world of black and ash i pick up my dead wings and throw them in teh trash. my dead fingers curl around the broken feathers my dead arm drops to my side. i turn around but there is nobody there i stand alone with my own dead stare. i cannot go from this place the tears slide down my dead face. without my broken wings i cannot soar. my dead wings were my freedom. xox Kyelle