Concrete Wings: My entry for the Fractal Writing Contest #8

Concrete Wings:

There’s nights and there’s days,
there’s brought up in unguided ways.
There’s fever, there’s scars,
at least through the windows I can still see the stars.

And in my mangled youth,
they did proclaim,
that their concrete wings,
would fit my back the same.

There’s life and there’s death,
there’s “save your breath.”
There’s hope and there’s dreams,
There’s plotted schemes.

And in-between all that the world deprives of the eye,
with my concrete wings I still tried to fly.

There’s hurt and there’s pain,
there’s “Oh Fuck, Here I Go Again.”
There’s words, there’s lies,
there’s just too many alibis.

And with all the things,
that’s left unsaid,
they furnish concrete wings,
with polished lead.

But Now;
Now there’s two sets of hands, two sets of feet,
and all together, just one heart beat.
There’s good night my Angel,
Don’t you cry.
There’s should mommy sing you a lullaby?

There’s love, there’s gain,
there’s, we can start anew again.

There’s ‘mommy is trying’
and ‘life is tough,’
but don’t worry baby,
I am sure we’ll enough.

There’s “I don’t see you that much,
and I do miss you so,
but I really need to get to work,
mommy really has to go.”

These fingers are worked down to bone,
and my body bares the stings,
but it’s ok, at least I know you’ll never wear,
these horrid concrete wings.

There’s hope but there’s fear,
there’s no one near,
there’s pleas and there’s cries
and there’s “O’ Lord please tell me why’s?”

And then there is the devil,
standing at your door,
who melts your wings,
into your core.

There’s mommy will always be here,
and mommy will catch you when you fall.
And all of a sudden, there’s my sweet, darling child,
mommy won’t be home at all.

There’s soil, there’s wood,
there’s “I’m sorry that I never could,
do all the things I haven’t done,
that I promised you I would.

But Please;
Leave the iron & stone with me,
they were never meant for you!

She turns around and says;
You rest now mommy, you taught me well,
I’ll carry this thing through.
I know that you tried real hard mom,
but the wings just can’t stay here,
your wings have now become my own,
It’s the burden I must bare.

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