Broken Wings

Wings clipped, I try to fly,

Dragged down even as I try.

I wish to go beyond the bounds,

To get a glimpse of those grounds.


Too many strings surround me,

Holding me tight and refuse to free.

Fear is the feel, I most fear,

Relief is something yet to appear.


Waiting! not very patient,

At the end things should be pleasant.

Life's another blind turn,

Waiting! now adjourned.