Wings of Despair

I’ve never wanted anything more than revenge;
my suffering caused is too late for amends.
I had to make do with frail and tattered wings
made from despair and bound in bitter strings.
Like permanent fixtures of sorrows and tears
loosely laced with poison and embedded fears.


Published: Medium & Modern Ink

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