With Rusted Wings 

Reality grounds you.

Corroding the substance

of your dreams. Leaving

all your whimsical flights

.

of fantasy to die.

Wishes withering in

acidic truth are left

to decompose. They will

.

lie neglected to rot.

Their entities become

skeletal remnants of

a dilapidated soul

.

You will go on living

with your ambitious ghost,

knowing you won’t succeed

to fly with rusted wings.

.

©Jacqui Slade

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