You built me into an angel... You saw me flying through life.. Joan Of Arc.. Saving lives.. You put this crown on my head.. that I did not want to wear.. You made me into someone .. who was never there.. When reality took over your disillusioned state of mind.. You realized.. these visions of me were merely dreams... Now in anger you take your sword.. Cut off these wings.. The crown now cuts into my skin.. Suddenly I am free.. Nothing left.. Just years of empty dreams Now I am Free.. to be.. the no one I began.. Free to be.. Sculpted by anothers idle hand. Not excepted as I am.. Not loved.. Not respected.. Now just shredded angel wings.. on dirty tear stained floors of dreams.. Wondering how I ever got here.. And what this life means..
nicely expressed Erica. Dreams do come out this way sometimes and some of them scare the h out of you. But it was only a dream, back to reality. hugs G
very stong... a person cannot be other then who they are no matter how others try to shape them or their world.... good write
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on October 10, 2003
Oh boy Erica, what a pleasure to read a poem like this. Maybe it will always be a work in progress, as you reach for the stars and take them in your hand one by one; making beautiful poems for the world to read and enjoy. How I love your poetry! Bill
Erica, what a profound write....especially those last lines... don't think this could be changed.... excellent write...
In Spirit,
Bear
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on October 9, 2003
This one goes deep. Great write!
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on October 9, 2003
Erica,
I could feel the depth of this one.
"Sculpted by anthers idle hand.
Not excepted as I am..
Not loved..
Not respected..
Now just dirty angel wings..
on dirty floors of dreams..
Wondering how I ever got here..
And what this life means.."
Lady peg
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Allen
This is a wonderful write!
I loved it.
Thank you,
Glenna
Love Tinka
EXCELLENT
WILLIAM
In Spirit,
Bear
I could feel the depth of this one.
"Sculpted by anthers idle hand.
Not excepted as I am..
Not loved..
Not respected..
Now just dirty angel wings..
on dirty floors of dreams..
Wondering how I ever got here..
And what this life means.."
Lady peg