Saviour (non-religious)
By Ravenas
Lying helpless Broken, mute Feeling so small, fragile. Touch me, make me new. Give me back what was taken from me By the merciless winds of change. Or you could leave me here, To suffer ~torment, pain, abject misery~ Subject to the maliciousness of the monsters That hide behind inconspicuous camouflage… And I will surely die. ~ My life depends on the whims of strangers~ ~I am a bird with broken wings~i wrote this at school after me and a friend found a hurt bird and couldn't help it... It's unpolished, this type of poetry is not my strong type... feel free to make suggestions. Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 12:26 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Lying helpless..."