Broken Wings
remnants of a life built with purpose and pride,
small synapses of yesterday I recall
clouded in a narrowing vision, I slide,
lost in abysmal darkness, struggle and fall,
once a soaring eagle, now prey in despair,
days play out, muddled in confusion and fear,
doomed in the silence I bear only in prayer,
to savor moments that slip into nowhere.
March 18, 2024
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This poem is a tribute to my brother Dennis.
Copyright © Paulette Calasibetta | Year Posted 2024
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