Living in A Fantasy
I think that I’m living in a fantasy.
I guess.
Some kind of phantom itches.
Yes, Phantom itch.
I believe that I was born in heaven.
And I am an angel who has a pair of wings.
When I was a child, I hid in the clouds,
Looked at the people on earth.
Full of illusions.
When I was an adult, I tried to comprehend what was human desire.
I am a broken angel. I had blood all over my wings. The blood is overflows.
I hurt, spears, bows and arrows…
Cast away illusions.
Now, my illusions are crumbled.
I’m a falling angel.
The wings are lying on the ground.
I dispel illusions;
And without any illusion,
I may acquire an innocent life.
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ReplyDeleteI like your description of the broken angle which is touchable and vivid.
ReplyDeleteI like how you used different choice of language. This poem has many words that I have to look up in a dictionary. Your vocabulary skill might be good as well ;D
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem, because i think everyone has a dream, and everyone has the right to think.
ReplyDelete"I am an angel who has a pair of wings", I really like this sentence because of the metaphor.
ReplyDeleteGood creativity! nice job
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