Flight

I fly with my torned wings
Underground
Into the high-tech tunnel
Other birds collide
Flying into the walls
Dying screaming
But I keep on
The tunnel gets smaller
It is going deeper

We are quiet
Each one
Into his own mind
When the sun
Hits us
It hurts
Getting into the light
of the day and into
The bustling city

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About

I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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Posted in #blogg100, 2017, Poem, Poems, Poetry

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