Poetry: Broken Wings.

Control this descent,

 to the roots of my hell,

this demon chose me

for a hollow shell to dwell.

I will reach my heaven,

I just need some time,

for this weight of broken wing

is forever slowing my climb.

#heaven #hell #brokenwings

Poetry: Recovery of Existence.

I want to shatter into a thousand shards,

just so I can see it all.

I want my roots to bury themselves,


into the mud,

just so I can feel everything… or something.

I want for escape,

to breathe the clean and cold air.

I want for absence,


without care.  

Something is calling,

but I am yet to discover,

the reason why

this soul will not recover.

#Poetry #Existence #Soul #Me