The Bastard Dies on Broken Wings

by EpithetPoet   Feb 16, 2005


Strip off my wings
With your constant lies
Tear them to pieces
So i cannot fly

Watch me as a fall
As you walk away
Turn your head
As i futiley pray

Pray to the God
I'll never know
The child i bear
That will never show

Save his soul
Yes, it's a he
Forgive the father
He wil never see

Watch me die
Study my sin
Kill your child
Growing within

Clutch my wings
Watch me fall
Watch the son die
You never wanted at all

*it's a strange title i know, but it does mean fatherless son. i have a lot of respect for the strength of the many mothers, especially teens mothers, who have children on their own without the husband for support. i dont think i could do it. so congratulations and i commend your spirit*

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  • 19 years ago

    by topoke

    thats really heavy stuff for one so young. keep up your great writing talent.

  • 19 years ago

    by blackrose1011

    Great poem, i loved it, your images get your point across beutifuly!

  • 19 years ago

    by Already Beautiful

    I really enjoyed reading this because it started off one way and transformed the ending into something different to what you thinks going to end. Excellent

  • 19 years ago

    by Unloved ♥

    I think u did an excellent job..this poem is very sad, but I like how it was a very different topic..unique ya know..great poem

    Unloved ♥

  • 19 years ago

    by No Motiv?

    wow....wonderfully written....I enjoyed this poem very much....please, if you could, read my poem "angel of mine" and tell me what you think? Your opinion on that certain poem would be very appreciated.

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