Beautiful poetry and symbolism.
I need to run I need to hide,
My wings are clipped my feet are tied.
I need to scream, but I can not cry.
Afraid to stay , too tired to fly
Alone under a moon lit sky.
Can I run, can I hide,
Can I beat this pain inside
Will it end, will I be no more
Will I find the key to the locked door.
Broken angel that is me
No longer blessed no longer free.
Shackled so harshly tied down
Lost to all now bound to the ground.