Dark Poetry ~ Drowning in Dreams

Flown away on a broken wing.
Started to fly only to sing.

Helping days and helping nights,
so many… drunken flights.

Dizzy and tired I fall,
asleep descending hard,
I begin to weep.

Holding my broken wings,
spread too far apart,
never mending wings,
of a broken heart.

Started too close to the sun,
but crashed into the deep.

Burning in flames.
Drowning in dreams.

finally has come,
my final sleep.