Mar 16 2017, 10:17 PM

I know that this stuff probably sucks. I wrote most of this during 8th grade and this year, during 9th. I'm no professional, and most of this is probably really bad. This particular poem is one I wrote a couple months after my parents decided to split, and this one is actually one I wrote when I was 12 in seventh grade. For what it's worth, I hope you at least somewhat enjoy this and I hope it's worth your time. A Soul With Wings My soul has wings I cannot reach. It flies everywhere, sometimes to the beach, but I cannot follow, I have tried. I end up here, where I’ve been tied. My heart screams for space, space where I’m free, A place that may have an olive tree. There my soul flees from its cocoon, to dance with the stars, along with the moon. I open my eyes, what a dream! But still I am here, about to scream.