Wings

I fly high
Reaking of lies
You cut my wings
And ask why
Throat dry
Words die
Eyes crease
Hearts freeze
I try to tell you
‘its okay’
(But)
Whispers, just ‘fade’
“No one to aid”
So they said
Magical words
But I too
whisper “why”

(The best thing about poetry is that you can put your imagination into perspective and imagine or assume words into whichever picture you want to.
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