Wings Appear

Wings Appear

Evil twin has locked me up

I call but no reply

And all the thoughts I’ve had before

Throw tears into my eyes

So shoot me out into the night

Before my chance to cry

And clean my blood drops off your floor

As I scatter across the sky

And all the stars will call your name

As I prepare to die

But you call back and wings appear

Aimed at you I fly

© 10/28/1996, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry