another poem i wrote but i wrote it @ like 3:30 am so it sux (reply!!!)

[naughtygoth]

you try ur hardest,
& u fly ur best,
but ur wings r broken,
and cannot be repaired all words r spoken.
you jump
you sing
but still u need to fix ur wing
your heart pounds with fear
and it all becomes clear
that wat was one a blur
turned out to be
just a selfish slur.
you cry tears of pain
you look @ ur rag dress
the blood had left a stain.
you wenn up with anger you jump & u yell
but u can't seem to break out of ur shell.
you fall to the floor
you crawl to the door.
there is no escape it is locked.
you hear footsteps & somebody knock.
you look up shakily
from the blood stained floor
you try your hardest and still cannot open the door.
you see who it is and u feel so bad.
you saw a girl & she was sad.
her face was bleeding her body all bruised.
you look around her
to find some clues
as to who did it.
the firl was wearing a handmade shirt
the little girl said her mother had it knit.
before that cold night on 72
her momma's car slid into an oncoming truck
the little girl in the back trying to be tough
but she kept crying at the sight of her mom
she remembered her daddy he was a caddy
of an old car service
and one night he got hit.
and that was the night the shirt was knit.

[Gypsy]

I like it!

btw... 3:00 am is a good inspiration time

[dragonbayne]

3 am is the witching hour

So, I thought it was a very good poem. Give  yourself some credit and more people will. 

[Broder]

Good one